Cranberry Park
This sky dome
Held by thousands of threads
of sunshine,
Is a musical instrument;
Its sounds pour out when
Life flips its strings;
Dragonflies are the first
to make the light high-pitched tone;
Swallows are next
Rapid, cheerful notes emitted
From their aerodynamic bodies;
Then appears a father pushing the stroller
Carefully and affectionately
A sweet melody starts to fill the air
Resonating within the hemisphere;
This is, seemingly, the first day of Autumn,
And I am filled with light and love
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