At the park i see birds flying around

I see kids falling to the ground

I see the swings swinging

Then the women singing

I hear the birds wings 

I hear the kids heads ding

I hear the swings screeching 

Then the women's vocal cords peeking

I taste the hot dog from the stand

And taste a little bit of sand

I then take a drink of my blue slushy 

Then to feel a little gushy

I smell the air 

And smell something rare

I think it was some hair

I turn around to see a woman glare

I feel the sand and rocks

I feel the childrens hurt

I feel the women peeking

I feel the swings shifting