There's the sun upon the flowerly shrub,
the grasshopper dancing in the green grassy cup.
A cricket singing in the faraway distance,
and a student seated on a bench studying notes with inference.
Oh, not the mention the dogs trotting along the pathway,
and the cats that shun away without a say.
There's the secretary complaining about her unjustified pay,
a kid hops back home thinking about his wonderful day.
In the midst of all that tranquil art,
there's something I believe is not a facade.
A figure no, two, prodded under the canopied rain tree,
sitting there, none other than you and me.
With words; yes, words.
If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why can't I paint you? <3
