There is no more green grass
It's turned to winter brown
Some trees do still stand
While others have fallen to the ground
The trees have long ago died
Along with the grass
I remember when this park
Was a beautiful place to walk past
I remember when the grass was green
Flowers bloomed all around
So many leaves would fall from the trees
Sweet smells of summer would abound
But through years of neglect
This small park has lost it face
What used to be a piece of paradise
Is now just a cold lonely place
4-15-20/RjH
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