under the flowering trees
all lined along my park
Two by to
they run dancing
their limbs entwined
through the greenery
The sun warms the ground
fallen white petals reflect light
to the gold leaves there before.
glisten
Dark and knobbly and twisted the trunks rise together
This is my park.
this is were I've had my birthday dancing,
where I fist kissed and wanted more
where I can see the trees grow
I've seen the floods drown my park.
saturate it with the ooze of suburbia
My park is wide and green
and stretches farther than your eye can see
My park takes me
Takes me to a place of peace
of dreams, of now, of quiet.
To a place here, right here
the centre of the universe
My park, isn't a park
This place is a sound
a breath, a feather
it's a moment
held in the rings of trees
sheltering time
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