Brazos Bend State Park Video 2003

Walk in the Park

For most, life is no,

walk in the park.

It's a shot in the dark,

certainly not a lark.

Some are born with that,

silver spoon in their mouth.

Simply can't go south,

for all their worth.

For there is no better place,

on this green earth.

Than a walk in the park,

of mother nature's birth.

The birds and the bees,

all seem to live at ease,

but there is a struggle,

all is not love and cuddle.

It's all eat or be eaten,

in a voracious food chain.

Predators clean the table,

so why are they to blame?

Letting the weak die,

is part of nature's game,

so, the strong survive,

and reproduce again.

The species are stronger,

as generations evolve,

survival of the fittest,

huge problems to solve.

Our success run of late,

may be running out.

Our walk in the park,

filling up with doubt.

We had better get fit.

We had better get smart.

Or our walk in the park,

time will record as a spark.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

6/20/19

You can read this poem at my website here.