Park of peace

One by one I tear off a flower’s white petals
while I walk in a garden I shouldn’t have entered.
But the grass is soft and warm and gentle to my aching feet.
The old trees black out the noise of an outside world.
Wavering light filters through from above.
I’m in a world of peace.
Peace is what this garden can give me.
Peace and a flower’s white petals.
A place to forget.