My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.
Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush in the flora, which sometimes overcrowds.
We talked joked and laughed, in the way that good friends do;
In the relaxed manner of those, aware that the hearts are true.
The sunshine warmed the June, and the birds were everywhere,
We all have our hopes, and I certainly did have mine,
I was longing for the love, of someone I thought divine.
Whenever he walked by, it seemed for me time stood still,
And I grew as speechless, as dark night when it's tranquil.
But he was not even aware of it, and then how could he be,
When we had never once met, and he was not conscious of me?
One lovely summer evening, when all of the stars were out,
I was a hopeful actress, but so far had only been offered bit parts,
And I fought to pay the bills, as a starlit owl, working after dark.
But because I had such huge dreams, I had been struggling for years,
Like a heart brimming with big emotions, is holding back the tears!
I knew I was an amazing actress, yet there were many others like me,
Making it quite hard to choose, like selecting cherries from a tree.
And there were times when I wondered, if I'd ever hit the big time,
Early one morning, as fresh springtime was just ending,
I was hiking in the woods, and overhearing the birds sing.
And with a tranquil heart, and lost in a deep green world,
I was reveling in the gaiety, of lovely morning unfurled.
I hummed as I walked, while feeling a fine cool breeze,
That took the sweat from my brow, with the customary ease!
I walked on until the path, had become quite unfamiliar,
On a magnificent morning, in the fragrant month of July,
I was heading to a new job, amidst the golden butterflies.
For I had been hired by Nasa's, Langley Research Center,
To work on new projects, and to see what they might render.
I arrived there at 8am, and that was precisely on time,
Like the moon that often appears, when the evening is prime!
I reported to Mr. Johnson, who was brilliant and eccentric,
Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!
I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.
I had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was a child,
As bluebirds rise up singing very early, in tangled precincts so wild.
It was foreseeable that this passion, would emerge as my life's work,
As an artist might strive for years, creating a masterpiece artwork!
I was also familiar with various birds, as a result of this vocation,