In the heart of the city, where green softly gleams,
A park whispers secrets, and dances with dreams.
Tall trees stretch their arms to the sky painted blue,
While flowers burst forth in a riot of hue.
Laughter like ripples on the soft, winding breeze,
Children chase shadows, climb high in the trees.
With benches where stories and memories bloom,
Each corner a canvas, for joy to consume.
The pond holds reflections of clouds drifting by,
And ducks waddle softly, as time gently sighs.
In the park’s open arms, the world feels just right,
A haven of solace, where day kisses night.