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.