The Park
By Finn H
The dun-coloured grass, as soft as hair
The wind, throwing itself at any tree leaf
The little ducks, helping their ducklings with care
Nature is a beautiful thing, helps us feel relief
Fresh wind brushed across my face in a swift way
Roses, covered in thorns, but masked by their beauty
The ducks, guilting you for bread, and you obey
Be warned, the ground, sometimes smooth, sometimes rooty
The way trees have been planted, calming you
Ants everywhere, making homes, living life
The fish, swimming around as all fish do
No need to be scared, so put away that knife
The park is a wonderful and nice place
So go outside, see the park face to face