Amidst sky-scraping fingers of steel
An oasis of green has sprung
Encouraging man to once again feel
To appreciate notes once sung
In your arms I feel protection
Of the supporting variety
Calling with your tales others in
Spun with breathtaking piety
The history of how we all begin
Calling us all in, calling us kin
Can you remember the day we first came,
Into this paradise of air giving trees?
When you first uttered my nickname
For the doors to your heart you gave me the keys.
The pigeons saw our special exchange
The park bench gave us a place to sit
This place has witnessed my growth and change
In a bosom of embrace this is it
The place man and machine break
The ultimate display of give and take
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