The beams of the evening sun
caress the vast park
sending shades of gold
over nature's green.
Nannies run after toddlers
in an angry merriment,
Parents sit on park benches keeping a
hawk's eye over their children,
Infants urgently demand for this cotton candy
or that ice cream cone.
Some teens seem to enjoy
the magic of the evening
while others wish for thunder
than be part of the family field day.
The elderly seek peace
since it was already established
that there would be no quiet.
Younger lovers sit in excluded corners
embracing each other.
This is why I love working in the park
because I get to see all the milestones of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem