A Heaven Struggling

the shifting pattern of smoky sunshine in the leaves brightly green in the light overhead make a soft sound in the edge of a warm breeze breath it in and taste its freshness with your minds eye my hand moves in the blades of grass the turn aside with ease and leave behind a trace of memory in fingertips my eyes slowly wander the littered lawn each piece of paper and plastic holds its own shadow each tell a tale of carnival sounds and laughing couples of city place unkempt and sour with graffiti shell of nature walled in and fenced trapped by mankinds vision of an island of green within these walls of concrete and curtailed from leaving the borders of this place only its birds fly free there where the rose bush struggles for life by the heavy stone wall in its dirt shadow i lay down close my eyes open my heart to the rhythm of its living this place seems eternal a island of green in the vast sea of grey concrete this place is a heaven struggling to be a valley of beauty in among mountains of cold steel i see it all behind my closed eyes iv seen it all in a dream