Sitting in the Park

It was the Blue of the Sky
Wrapped Around
The Red Trees
In the Park
That Made Me Think of You
The Color of Your Eyes
The Soft Smile.
And though Years have Passed
Yet on a Lonely Evening
When I sit on the Park Bench
I Hear Soft Music
I am at Peace
Long after We are Gone
Our Love Will Survive
And Every Leaf That Springs
Turns Red and Falls
Shall be the Testament