There will be much Passing of time As the clock views From above Upon its emerald throne A myriad Of Gentle folk Floating around On the green lawn below Bowled over By its new inhabitants That will bring forth A tapestry of multiple colours And creativity And perhaps For a moment Time will stand still In wonder As new fresh life Is breathed into her again As her hands stop To applaud the enchantment below As time will bear witness To the fresh rebirth Of its own existence As it becomes the centre point Of the new venue For Art In The Park At this The clock face Will yet, smile again