Central Park

Central Park

© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

Among the bricks and window stacks

Is nature at her best.

Who says within a city place

You’ll not have Gaia’s breast?

When pace and sound delay your thoughts

A stroll resets your mind

To where a clear and placid calm

Belays the cities grind.

I stand in awe to what I see

So close to streets and lights.

For here I hear the crickets call,

Yet see the building’s heights.

Tis here, my friend, you’ll find a peace

That lingers past your walk.

Its grace will last within your heart

When tucked in steel’s frock.

To all who live in Gotham’s clime

Take time to be outside.

The Park and paths have ponds and grass

And nature to abide.