The Park

Near to where I live, is a small park
I've seen it in all seasons, in light and in dark

    I need to pass through it if I need to go anywhere
    And I enjoy the soothing breeze and flowers everywhere

There is a small puddle near the trees of pine
Where I never miss to watch the morning rays shine

    Far away a bird whistles, to me it seems
    "I am a happy man" is what the feeling means

Then one day on my way something happened that was best
I saw a little birdie had come there to build a nest

    Everyday I would see her carry the grass
    She was weaving a home with vigor and class

With her cheerful songs she was spreading around joy
Now I could hardly wait to go to the park everyday.. oh boy

    Suddenly the world had become a lovely place
    I had never been happier, and it showed on my face

Then one day I walked in the park, but the birdie I couldnt see
I ran around the park and the puddle, bewildered.. oh me

    I realized that this had been her seasonal home
    Now she has gone back to where she belonged, to Rome

It pained inside to have her part
But she would be happy there, I knew in my heart

    I stayed there late, sitting sad until dark
    But tomorrow will be bright again, with flowers and breeze in the park...

-- smita