Sitting on a bench
Quiet
Birds chirping
This bench is old and has seen much
Creeky
Rotting away
The grass is green, grown
Silently swaying in the cool wind
Feeling warmth after a long cold
The trees bare of leaves
Soon grow again
When spring comes.
The park is a nice place
To see the warmth of nature
Until it snows once more.
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