A blackbird sings out
His voice breaks
Surrounded by branches
Hidden…
Not really.
A tree drops a leaf
Floats away to freedom
Butterflies flutter off.
My eyes quiet and still
Fall into a mischievous trance
Life and health
Fill the air
I feel free
Taste the visible
On a wooden bench
In the shade
I touch life
A connection….
Life From A Park Bench 
Ah, I like the connection with life, Alan.
Consider linking this to Poets United Verse First, where the theme is ‘interconnectedness.’ And this poem would surely fit!!
Thank you so much Mary, i just read your kind words after i had written another poem of Poets United, but you are right this does work