She sings songs in the park now
She’s beautiful
You should see her play

She dances around
Her old guitar case
Gliding with feet bare
To the street beneath them

She doesn’t sing for change
That’s only a cover
She plays for the trees
And for the lovers
Sitting on their benches
Holding honest hearts
In their strong clean hands

She hums to the passersby
On bikes
On foot
Her voice stretches
Throughout the winding path
Reaching every stroller pushing mother
Nanny
O’pair
Reminding them that life is extensive
That it’s possible to grow
Even from concrete

The people in the park
They are the flowers
Newly blooming
And her music is the spring
Her honeyed voice
As she slowly strums her guitar in tune