Alone on a peacock green park bench,
I slowly become solitude’s victim.
Dawn emerges, and the trees are drenched –
Drenched in the colours of a welcoming autumn.
The air is crisp against my paper white face.
A towering sun rises above it all.
One ray of warmth, and I’m quick to embrace –
Embrace the crimson pallet of fall.
On a peacock green park bench, I sit alone,
Waiting for solitude to consume me.
Without corruption of man, earth’s true colours are shown.
So, I wander around aimlessly.
I kick the leaves around, and discover a path.
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