The delights of strolling through green parks,
to observe pristine lawn and serene pool,
interact or mingle with fellow ramblers,
share the joy of radiant sunshine,
and warm  cheer induced by conversation,
sparked by the chance encounter one never dreamed of,
nor imagined at the onset of a morning,
whose divine agenda set by vivid sky,
one might eschew whilst awash with visual,
scenic trees, shrubs, hedges, beget relish,
but without human contact and shared slant,
adornment on footpath, green pond insert,
quaint but charming cafe whose gourmet fare,
espresso sip and muffin tinted natter,
recall of vintage episode  now whetted,
with zeal, zest,  and zigzag zip,
a textured fabric of city grandeur,
bookstore whose friendly staff 
ooze warmth,  
that well nigh impossible  work one seeks,
or some shrewd advice from chance encounter,
Oh the joy I feel when I mingle