The Riverside

The grass was a bright lime green

The birds were squawking

The water was ultimately clean

And the ducks were talking

It reminded me of a song

That I have been hearing for so long

The breeze brushed me from behind

Besides the clean riverside

The breeze passed my ear

The air is what I hear

It was like the fast

River flow I walked past

I saw a Paralympian on the street

He waved to me and was a nice person to meet

The next morning, I was in great dismay,

That I will never again be able to have such a great day 

At the riverside