The Park Down The Street To The Left Poem by Junaid Nature lover

As I walk down the street,
I see a million type of things,
But the thing that makes me sing
Is the little park down the street to the left.


As i enter this new world of Insects,
I imagine myself to be an ant scurrying free,
My only aim is food I need for my family
But i have to be careful of the dangers in the park down the street to the left.



Then i imagine myself to be a squirrel little,
As i climb the huge trees full of beetle,
But in the winter i store my food in holes,
And then i go for a sleep long, long peaceful.



As i finish my journey in the garden,
I feel like i am the greatest burden,
Not free and independent like the ant and squirrel,
In the park down the street to the left.