A walk in the park

Journeying in the park,

It was starting to get dark.

I admire the stars,

then try to find Mars.   

The big giant rock,

It looked like a sock,

The humongous tree,

There were lots of bees,

The dappled moonlight,

Through the tree leaves. 

The warm weather,

I saw a feather.

The moon shining,

The clouds crying,

Birds flying,

As the moon lights dying, 

The sun rising,

The light is blinding.

Long grass lapping,

The animals dashing,

The wind blowing,

As it starts snowing.