Yet another peaceful day in the park
Blood red tulips virgin petals
Opening apprehensively for the first time
Rich, green grass spurts up in flimsy swords
Ready to fight another adventure
I sit on a rotting bench
It creaks under my weight
Desperate to hold me up, determined
Dew moistens my pant leg
A dead robin lays spread eagle
A few feet away
It's a morbid beauty
It's breast red as flame
Blatantly open to all who dare spy
A wing, broken and erect
As if trying, in its last moments
To lift its now lifeless body away
People trod by innocently
Turning a blind eye to this natural display
A tree stands tall and broad
Holding secrets of pain, love, hate, through all ages
Waiting to be talked to...waiting to share
It's leaves fan against a pale blue sky
Reaching upward, yearning to touch; anything
The sky watches over us, a silent supervisor
It can only offer help, or criticize us
But it cannot move...only speaking
To those who listen, I listen. I hear it all
"Humans, so imperfect in their nature," it whispers
"To destroy, create, diminish
To conquer...to live."
Yet another peaceful day in the park.
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