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Centered within, 

the center of the park,

The airplanes fly overhead,

Sirens churn on neighboring streets,

Visitors chat in strides.

The bird's cadence and shouts 

echo through the valley park.  

He whistles deep and long,

A clear reverberation

Amongst the pines,

ponds,

and people.

Who are you-who are you-who are you?

Leave-from-under-my-tree. 

But it’s my happy spot,

I don’t want to leave 

This intersection of sound and breeze.

Center of the Park

Centered within,

the center of the park,

The airplanes fly overhead,

Sirens churn on neighboring streets,

Visitors chat in strides.

The bird's cadence, the bird’s shouts

echo through the valley park.

He whistles deep and he whistles long,

A clear reverberation

Amongst the pine, the ponds, the people.

Who are you-who are you-who are you?

He says,

Leave-you-Leave-you-Leave you,

from-under-this-tree,

But I can’t-I won’t-I don't want to-

leave from under this tree,

I don’t want to leave

This intersection of sound and breeze,

Centered within,

The center of the park.