An old man picks flowers with unsteady hands,
Dogs stretch, yawn, scratch and doze,
A woman sees off her beloved,
Dry leaves fall on to the washed streets.
Sweepers discuss matters of heart,
Birds call out to each other in sweet tones.
A proud father smiles in joy even as his
Little girl holds his hand and looks up at him.
The sky is a clear white like a sea of milk.
A gentle breeze gathers strength and dies.
Parks wait for the young to jog around,