She falls asleep while at the park,
And through the path I take her.
But rustling trees and noisy larks
Are threatening to wake her.
Her gentle face is so content,
As she takes each breath.
When she awakes I will lament
This peaceful moment’s death.
She doesn’t care to leave her dreams,
And never would I make her
But rowdy children’s playful screams
Might very well forsake her.
Distant sirens cause me dread
As I study her expression.
A grimace slightly rears its head,
But then it starts to lessen.
Alas—her head shifts to the side
As a plane above roars by,
Her eyes snap open wide
And, startled, she begins to cry.
