Traffic patterns build as night turns to day.
Cars and trucks honking, get out of my way.
Exhaust forms a barrier we just can’t escape,
It yells at our senses, this asphalt landscape.
Cars driving by let us know they’re here,
With constant traffic it’s all that we hear.
Tall buildings towering just overhead,
Cement demands your attention instead.
This man-made landscape welcomes us in,
We spend our days enclosed in a pen.
Stay in your office from morning til night,
Walk back to your car, with street lights so bright.
The sidewalk guides me right to my space,
But something stops me right in my place.
A whiff of gardenias and a soft little tweet,
I notice the garden, I don’t see the street.
People have gathered to tend to the park,
Large or small hands, they all leave their mark.
A bench sitting empty calls out my name,
Sit down, breathe deep, it’s a brand new game.
I watch for a while then decide to pitch in,
I feel stress dissolve as a new life begins.
Nature thrives right next to the street,
A beacon for all, a great place to meet.
The wind whistles, a melody so clear,
The quiet is more than music to my ears,
Look out the window, look out at the trees,
Colorful flowers, a brief stop for bees.
It took just one person to kneel in this space,
Pulling one weed, returning life to this place.
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