A public park where there once was wildlife.
No Water
The bells are ringing.
The sun is sighing.
The water is clear.
The birds are crying.
The trees are green and black.
The flowers are slightly withered.
The leaves are greed and yellow from the spring heat.
The pond is made with concrete.
Soon the ducks will haft to go,
To the muddy river below.
Beauty made by man.
In a land of sand.
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