Flowers in the Park

The flowers in the park are growing
children running, laughing, throwing
balls in games
old man feeding pigeons gaily
colored and the grass is freshly
showered from rains
balloon man comes along
he sings his song
you can't go wrong
I'll give you two for a dime
he fondles his tiny world
of colored spheres
lightly hurled into his skies
and you say it might as well
be a snowing
for no one knows
where they're going
yet the flowers in the park
are growing
In the harbor ships are waiting
silent sailors thoughts escaping
to the seas
listless lover walks the shore
yielding to the vast splendor
of fond memories
the sun is shining through the leaves
birds are nesting under eaves
the winter snows re done
all the signs of spring are around you
why must I always find you
weeping in the sun
and you say it might as well
be a snowing
for no one knows
where they're going
but the flowers in the park
are growing
Awakening from your sleep one day
you rise to find the songs of May
hang frozen from the trees
and there beneath your numbing mind
you'll weep to find there's no more time
just empty memories
so now beneath this universe
that swirls beyond your wildest curse
arise, walk in the rain
there's glory in the towering trees
angels in the singing seas
be Lazurus, come back again
and you say it might as well
be a snowing
for no one knows
where they're going
yet the flowers in the park
are growing