Stroll through the park
dew on the freshly cut grass and yellow
glimmering on the path. The smell of the sun
mixed with the Pacific coast breeze.
Every year, every season, every month, and every day
life presents itself on the same old path.
It is the way to go on.
As the concrete cracks and ages,
the plants remain, proving humanity the very cycle
of hardship and perserverance.