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.