𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓔𝓐𝓒𝓔

The picnic bench is damp

from the heavy rains yesterday

but I don't mind

a cool breeze shakes and

wakes the leaves

the birds are singing like they're in

a competition with each other

belting out their melodies like

they're at an audition

flying around

vying for the best spot to sing

and this is where I find

my peace

all of this was created with

me in mind

in the beginning of time

birds of red, blue, brown and grey

big, little, timid, flamboyant

coexisting to exist

yeah, this is where peace can

be found

among the birdsong and

the memory of raindrops

I can change my

bench- dampened pants

but I won't because

it's a reminder of

rain drops on my bench

in my own little

patch of peace

created

just for me.