I stand in Wait

Strong
Lasting
Waiting

I wait for a passerby
Maybe a child will come and run around me
Maybe a family will have a picnic
Underneath my green canopy

A river
A far away river rushes past

I hear laughing voices along it
But I never see
Who is giggling
No one ever turns my way
I am old and rotting

But I shall always stay
Strong
And
Waiting

Until my last day