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 bed!

We still have endless energy!”

This is what the children plea

The sun replys from far away

“My children, I’m sorry, I’m busy.

I love your park, but here I say,

Children in other parks need time to play.”