Magical Way in the park

I was walking in the park, in magical way coloured yellow, green and purple

and saw a little rabbit

Laying down the grass, stretching his rabbitbody as far as he could do

The little lazy rabbit was chewing green, green grass

In the soft light of friendly September sun

Magical Way

I was walking in the park under a grey and blue coloured sky

and saw a group of young men

Playing on the grass, like a sworn pack of warriors, all real tight together

The sportive group of young men were serious playing rugby

While September clouds were rapidly drifting over

I was walking in the park in quite nice autumn breeze

And saw a bed of yellow flowers, there was a purple bed as well

When I was walking on my magical way

In this park of so many tales

I was walking in the park between twinkling puddles of water

and saw a magical black-greyhaired man

He was on his bicycle, on his way to I’d never know

He was pedaling real relaxed, with no hurry or whatsoever

In this magical way of a beautiful and relaxed SeptemberSaturday