Serenity of a Paris park

Walking down a pathway of scarlet flowers,

I serene strode not far from concrete towers.

Elated children waltzed close by an azure river,

Hopscotch and orange ball game they played cleverer.

Greenery fields housed purple, yellow and white bloom,

Lips smiling and walking legs, I did see nothing gloom.

Mighty father sun alighted my surroundings as it brightened all,

Melancholy never affected anything at all by a strong haul.

Seven colors of a silent rainbow, seven sparrow birds sang melodious,

I reached a quiet haven near tall trees of bees buzzing somewhat curious.

Lips smirking and pacing legs, I sat down on a bench made of oak,

Finally posing a rested face, I stayed there by a tree shadow cloak.

The sun set as the dark loomed near, finally was I be on my way out,

Time flew away as hourglass sand too, final hours to bout.

Leaving the park of a nightly Paris, justly colorful horizon turned obscure,

I serene strode so far from concrete towers, feeling secure.