The Park

The Park, nearby my home,

Made it superfluous for me to roam;

'Next to Heavens'! I would say:

Lying underneath a tree

A book in hand, relieving me free.

With the wind rubbing my cheeks,

I sensed the height of great peeks;

The intensity lost the bee's flight:

It lined over my nose

Seemingly forgetting the taste of rose.

The fragrance from the east ,

Had the essence of the Stolen Rose of the Beast:

Caught me in withdrawals of reminisce;

Melody reached from the west

Traveling from the bird's nest.

I wished the time 'Freeze',

And so did the 'Breeze';

Solitude no longer seemed beautiful;

Handsome was the Park,

With his moves from above the rock .

Till dusk, the perfect daughter,

Was left to bother,

The nature's silence with an ease:

On uncertain reviews

And late previews.