The Park (POW!etry)

Sombre moments in the park,
Shades of green and crispy bark.
Purple lilies stretch to bloom
Nightingales invoke the moon.

Life here sings to simple rules.
Footsteps cling to grass and streams.
And its beauty often cools
Torrid hearts and gloomy dreams.

All the wonders of the park
Fight to carve a vibrant mark,
As uneasy footsteps lead
Out the gate, with solemn speed.