In The Park

Leaves are falling from the trees
While the air is crisp and cool
The golden sun shines in the morning
As the green blades are wet with dew

We pick bright red apples
For my fresh baked pie
Stopping to notice the bluebirds
Life's little pleasures shouldn't pass us by

Life is not about the job we have
Or the uniform we wear
It's about becoming one heart, one soul
And our promise to always care

Feel the gentle breezes, as we walk
You see in my eyes, the happiness you bring
Crouching down on one knee
You open the box with my wedding ring