Turning off the busiest street lies the quietest park

The trees reach up and push out the noise, the smoke, the outside world

Turning my key the sounds of nature begin

His truck is parked further down

Walking down the path I see his brown hair, broad shoulders, long legs

His eyes land on me and his smile is immediate 

Lying in the grass we don’t talk about our day

The lake is still beside us, full of the sky, the sun, the leaves

Lying beside me he starts to hum

Our feet avoid the sticks and stones 

Whispering about tomorrow as not to disturb the deer, the squirrels, the birds

Our hands clasping branches

Leaving I think of the simplicity

My heart enjoys the company, the simplicity, the ease

Leaving the quietest park behind to enter the busiest street