Sitting

Sitting on a park bench,
Enjoying the view,
Listening to the birds,
Chirping in the trees
Bent from the small breeze,
The best kind of breeze
On the loveliest of days
With the sky the bluest blue,
Cloudless as any spring day should be.
Peace awashes me,
My fears fly on the wind,
Pulling my heartache,
Your painful memory along,
Leaving me here smiling,
Listening to the birds,
Enjoying the view,
Sitting on a park bench.