Cranberry Park

This sky dome Held by thousands of threads of sunshine, Is a musical instrument; Its sounds pour out when Life flips its strings; Dragonflies are the first to make the light high-pitched tone; Swallows are next Rapid, cheerful notes emitted From their aerodynamic bodies; Then appears a father pushing the stroller Carefully and affectionately A sweet melody starts to fill the air Resonating within the hemisphere; This is, seemingly, the first day of Autumn, And I am filled with light and love