I'm sitting here quietly, listening to everything with my eyes closed,

Legs crossed, hands in my lap

Perfectly posed.

The little squirrel in its green and brown home above, nibbling on its nutty treasure

I can hear bird wings fan the leaves to the ground

The children's voices clashing with the tranquil sounds of nature

While I'm still here my leg across my knee.

I smile from hearing the wind whistle in my ear, the soft sun shining down.

The clouds although my eyes are closed.

White and puffy and in the sky all around.

The leaves falling softly onto the ground. The sound of foot steps pacing around.

I love the park and all its beautiful things.

I love the sounds in my ear that ring.