Noon at the park

The black shadow of the typical tree
covers us this warm day of June, we are
resting over this common green plenty
grass where the wild flowers grow careless

I wish I could stay here without no one
instead I see more people around there
is an illusion nobody cares, lie
is the result of my bad dream, I’m going

to describe the true meaning of being lone
no one can appreciate the true beauty
of the common grass and the wild flowers.
People, free human beings like me trying

to live their lives according to what they
learned, strong nature is just landscape.