Dusk At Simms Park

Dusk at Simms Park
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Just before dusk, I sit quietly at Simms park
Surrounded by trees from far corners of the earth
Phantasmagoric shapes loom over me
Merging in hues and shades of greenery
Lotus and water lilies nod their heads
A gentle breeze caresses their petals
Floating over the ripples of the meandering lake
A water skate glides past
Swans, necks entwined, give me a furtive glance
Ducklings run up the wooden bridge
To the little island of manicured grass
Framed by the arch and curves of giant ferns
In the upper slopes of this verdant paradise
Sits a green house, rare orchids and loving fingers
Gardners and plants tend to the other’s soul

As the sun dips behind the forest, shadows deepen
Not a soul in sight, we’re alone, my mind and I
A gentle breeze, ripples on the lake, leaves dance
A chaotic cacophony of birds, going home with the sun
Up over the manicured slopes and sunflowers
Through trees that pierce the heavens
Suddenly I see, colors glowing all around me
Luminiscent greens, pink and crimson lake
The landscape’s luminous, is it real or is it fake
Everywhere I see, there is luminosity
And harmony, the percussion of insects I never hear
The lake is lit blue and bright silver
Branching flora metamorphose
To purple, blue, crimson and rose
Streaked by vermilion over orange meadows
Color, light and music leap out of lengthening shadows

In that cosmic moment I realize
I am the flock of cranes in triangular flight
I am the fern leaf, dancing gentle in shadow and light
I am the breeze, touching the steadfast power of trees
I am the tree on which the beehive rests free
I am the honeycomb moistened by dewdrops
I am the shining dewdrop dripping on dandelions
I am the lake, the ripples, lotus and water lily
I am the snail, the double bass of frogs
I am the motion, of the water skate and swan
In Simms park, I’ve merged with all and float as one