With each splash and steady stroke

Across the park, from where I sat,

I wondered what they slowly spoke

And painted 'em in canvas, flat.

Was it about the happy memories?

Or did they talk of knees being sore?

Did they discuss worldly stories?

Or was it about weather and more?

I tried to capture their li'l moment

Filled with longing, love and grace,

'Warmth in watercolours', I named the event,

In serene green, their warm embrace..

👆My entry for Poet's Pub BCE week 8, attached photo was the picture prompt given.