The Park

I see a flower
A petal of a rose.
The rays of the sun.
A warm embrace.
A park on a sunny day.
A kiss.
Eyes that glisten.
Grass strands between my feet.
A bee.
Silently and frantically working.
Falling out of vision.
I see the swings.
A slide.
There are children playing.
Then look at the sky and relax.
Today is called innocence.
Today is called beauty.
I spend it with you,
and in the park we shine.