At the park

The black shadow of the typical tree
we share on this wonderful afternoon
I’m not thirsty, I’m not hungry now
I listen your clever tale about bees

this park worth so much for me so come see
my happiness jumping down the big sun
let’s play to see the clouds moving their tones
the air is dense carrying the fine glow unseen

laughing we are running you read, destine
treasure, holding the unwritten song grow   
your words gazing the amazing cloud
telling how the harvested lavender

gives the odor, reinvigorating mood
preparing the land for the glad summer