He brought a busy brain
To a place ever so tranquil
With every possible colour in the world!
Over the grass, at his feet, serenity uncurled

Grasped a few flowers
At all path bends;
Even with shaking nervousness
Landed a butterfly in his hands

“So that’s what it’s like to visit the park”
Once in a while you should visit the park;
The silence at once expelled his pain
He enjoyed the stay
But time was running away

Children were running around and away
Running away from time, right behind;
“You won’t stay! It’s not always gay!”
They can’t hide,
Things won’t rewind

With papers and shoutings and numbers in head,
This man forgot the child undead;
The child with peace and love in his soul
The great child this figure still behold

Time sure caught him by surprise
How could he have been so unwise?
Suddenly the stress flew elsewhere -
Oh, what he had realized
Coming back to his lair!

He sat on a bench,
Hearing songs by the lark;
The light now was on,
He owned that missing spark.

If I could advise you
I would definitely say:
“Once in a while you should visit the park”