DAWN OF THE PARK
Perhaps you thought my land is far away,
O courier from the sky, I say, "Nay, Nay".
This subtle point is brought to light
That sky Isn't fat- from earth, by toil of flight.
Step tip-toe in the lawn of park at morn,
Don't crush the shining gems that park adorn.
Embrace the mount and waste but caution take
That links with whirling sky you do not break