Parks

Youth is a landscape
cultivated in the head,
sown with speculation,
tilled by imagination.

The heart waters the soil
with the streams,
they gush out with pure gold,
so perfect and intense,
flowing from the mind’s fount,
it creates all the flowers and the trees
not by what can grow,
but by what one believes.

Then age blows a tempest wind
across the scenery,
uprooting what was never planted,
so you have to use seeds
for producing what can actually thrive.

Allowing those moments of spring
to revisit with the memories
of when it all was spellbound and enchanted,
a paradise ever changing by your whim.

Sometimes in the maturity
you still gaze upon that land,
wishing there was a unicorn
standing again among the woods,
before time changed
what you could see.