The Quiet Stroll

It was not meant to be
a walk in the park
but somehow Fate play a state
and change the game to a par.

Ask me, Skwell me,
I could not explain
the facts that gurgling like mee
but somehow there is pain.

The State of Raining,Thunder and Lightning all meet together
as one would masterly craft a sinister plot
rain shalt it be,thunder roaring and cracking laughter, all gather
in time to see to confusion melding in the brain lot.

Then,
a rain stopped.
Peace at last,
but wasn't a good one...

The falling of leaves in spring,
the larks singing in front of the wild cats,
the heavy grunts of men walking down a slope
the solemn stillness prancing in the lakes
all was gone in the end.