Out the window into the dark
Lays the sleeping park
The chill of dusk
a stark contrast
To the children normally about
But oh! Yellow sun?
To where do you stand?
illuminating a park in another land?
Kids of my land lay tucked tight
Dreaming for the end of night.
The lonesome park in the eerie streetlight
Still and silent, out of sight.
“Oh sun! Must you have to go?
We don’t wish to head to ...