there's a man in the park singing songs to the trees,
his hair waves slightly in the cool Autumn breeze
he smiles so softly when the birds do reply,
with a song thats so lovely it brings tears to his eyes
never will you see him with a frown on his face,
for he is content in this most tranquil place
crazy they call him but crazy he's not,
he's simply locked in a time the rest have forgot
a time without gangs or rioting violence,
when neighborhood streets were covered in silence
so here's to the man who sings to the trees,
singing the songs of all he foresees


I'll give him hugs. I love it. Great work baby.








OMG.....there is nothing harsh to say about this !! Truly captivating and awestriking. Bravo...



















...Niaish and much love to you 











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