Paradox

I look down from the park Above Sunset Lake And see a little village of Hansel and Gretel houses, White and blue, Pink and gray, Purple and green. On an upper porch, A woman’s form In old-fashioned dress With hand to brow, Watches forever For her husband To return from the sea. A swath of green across the road Faces a ribbon of street. Where miniature cars And trucks pass by. The silver blue lake With its tiny white swans Ripples gently in the breeze. And there on the porch, A little girl sets her tea table For her guests in their fine Dresses and their fashion hats! A doll’s fairyland - A green of trees, church Steeples in the background, And the toy houses, Sparkling in the sun - A paradox, frozen in time, There below, by Sunset Lake.