Sunnybrook park
The dew on the grass, reflecting the early morning sun as it stretches its rays, trying to wake up after a long dark cool night..
The birds, turkeys, peacocks, are still nestled in the parks wild flowers, as their blanket, it’s too early to rise..
Even the white tailed deer are curled up in their pen, with their nose tucked in.. what a gift to see them up close.
I grab a seat on the bench, warm coffee in hand, wrap my soft sweater around my neck, take in GODS creation, time has no place here in thus blissful moment..
A bridge that has stood its time, gives campers a way to cross from the camping side a way to cross over to view Sunnybrook animals, perhaps a retired couple, enjoying an early morning walk.
Suddenly I’m overcome with sadness, because I know no one seems to need me in the city anymore like they did once before, oh how I’d love to make this our home, it’s become my second home, the place where my love of my life grew up, Sunnybrook park has always held a special place in my heart..
Oh how I wish I had grew up here, for I would have been gifted with a FAMILY I never had, SUNNYBROOK PARK, GOD must have spent alot of time creating HOLY GROUND such as YOU.
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