The Park

I need the sun
The clear blue sky
I need the heat
Birds flying by

Baby birds shrill
Sending Mother to foray,
Children's voices echo
While they play

The wafting breeze
Carries other sounds
From distant yards
Traveling song with no bounds

I sit soaking in
Each detail around me
Enraptured by all this;
Summer day, glory be.

Kira Braun