Listen to the birds chirp
while laying in the grass
the whistling of the wind
the cool breeze from the draft
The relfection of the stream
looks like glass.while time passed
The little waterfall flowing so gently
leaves rustling. chills going up your back
The little park bench where you used to be
nothing ever interfering people let you be
you never understood why i liked it there
it's so peaceful like the dreams you had
but never came true