My poem for the day:
Sitting here on a beautiful Monday morning.
The echoes of the people cheering as the marathon runners come by.
As I sit here alone, I notice the warm sun beaming off my head.
The water gently swaying with a slight ripple effect.
How calm it is right here, and how chaotic, loud, and full of people all over the streets right next to this quiet sanctuary where the geese walk about and nothing at all seems to be disturbing them. Not even the live concert about right next door.
I am enjoying this weather as the light breeze glides in and out of the trees and my hair.
The clouds sit in stillness.
The colors around me are different shades of green, yellow, brown, deep red, and a light pink pops out at me.
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