Down the road ,in the park I go .
Hear the whispers of the cold breeze blow,
Watching the kids ,playing in the snow ,
Laughing and making snowballs ready to throw.

Rubbing my hands , I sat on the nearby swing.
Witnessing a man on his knees with a ring ,
Feeling happy for him as the girl said yes,
The makeup on her face ,been made a mess.

With a light heart ,I resumed my walk ,
I witnessed a boy on his phone, talk.
Saw an insect got eaten by a hawk,
As a girl approached me ,I got shocked.

She complimented my outfit,asking where I got it from.
I told her it's made by ,my mom,
We talked and didn't realise when it got dark,
And with that comes the end of my walk .

© Faariha