I love the leaves, who in fall change hue

That carpet the ground, molding in the wet.

I love the velvet grass, that burns with dew

And the lake, who keeps the birds as pet.

The clouds above the earth in mirror

Show no sight of paint but in the noon light

No picture can compete, no show find peer

With such molded clouds, when ever-bright

I laugh at dogs, who so well portray

Their human walkers, in bearing and stride.

I wave at children, enjoying their play.

Horses walk, and toss their manes in pride.

Hyde Park, nature inside London City

I love having such a place for P. E.