An island of green
Pavement and curb
Lap at its shores
Hemmed in by roof tops.

The gloss black beetle
Weaves through grass blades
The humble bumble
Hovers over my daisy laden bed.

I lie while the pregnant sun warms
Soft wind moves chestnut hair
Trees murmur, clouds swirl
Pink ink in sky water.

Bird song meets engine roar
Children picture pretty sit
Dream play uninterrupted
Lashes touch cheek like gliding wings.

Visit again, our urban island
Where time bends to
Busy tranquility
And we feel free.