Arboretum

A quiet place in the park

Arboretum

Traffic drifts on a light breeze;
The hum of a jet engine fills the clouds.
Cooing pigeons flock for their hand fed lunch
And buzzing bees suckle from rainbow flowers.
Ducks bathe in their rock pool
As insects fly and slide in the grass,
Dodging the feet of the playing child.
Monuments and cannons protect the past
While delicate fingers cultivate tomorrow.
Natural perfumes filter through the air
And even when the skies grey
This is the place to brighten your day.