Sometimes, I love to walk in the park. Please notice my Orange hair and the background on one side and the other part of my background on the other side. 🙂

I love to walk in the park,
Where quiet mornings softly start,
With a gentle breeze through dancing trees,
And sunlight floating on the leaves.
The birds sing sweet from branch to sky,
While clouds drift slowly passing by,
Each winding path, each flower bright,
Fills my wandering heart with light.
The roses bloom in colours fair,
Freedom lingers in the air,
Footsteps gentle, calm, and slow,
Past little streams that softly flow.
The world feels peaceful, still, and kind,
A place to rest a busy mind,
For every walk beneath the blue,
Feels fresh, enchanting, pure, and new.
And as the golden daylight fades,
Across the quiet emerald glades,
I smile beneath the evening spark —
I love to walk within the park.