That little empty playground
Filled with absolutely no sound
It's beautiful how the sun shines on it.
Different colours brightly lit.

So peaceful yet so lonely,
Because I am the only,
Person here.
This place was built for people,
It's not old like a steeple
Where is everyone?

Where are the kids?
On their bikes doing skids.
Where are the mums?
Twiddling their thumbs.
Where are the dads?
Fixing the bike brake pads.

For now it's a place built only for me,
With the beautiful light coming through the tree.
As I sit and watch the time pass by,
And daydream about how I can fly.