Whispers of dawn in Prospect Park, New York, A canvas of green where dreams embark, The morning mist, a gentle shroud, Cradles the flowers, soft and proud.
Meadows stretch like an artist’s dream, Where children laugh and lovers scheme, Beneath the Quercus oak, old and wise, Time slows down as the day flies.
In the Nethermead, a quiet retreat, The hustle of the city finds defeat, A symphony of birds in the trees, Compose a melody on the breeze.
The Audubon Center, a sanctuary grand, Guides us to understand, The fragile threads of life that weave, A tapestry in which we believe.
By the Boathouse, waters still, Reflecting dreams and nature’s will, Paddlers glide on mirrored glass, In this moment, time does pass.
The LeFrak Center hums with life, Skaters carve through joy and strife, Laughter echoes in every glide, As seasons change, the ice will slide.
In Long Meadow's spacious green, Families picnic, children scream, Kites rise high with whispered tales, Carried by the gentle gales.
Brooklyn Botanic Garden near, Blooms with colors, pure and clear, Petals whisper secrets old, Of blossoms new and stories told.
Concert Grove where music flows, With every note, the spirit grows, An orchestra of thoughts aligns, In harmony with ancient pines.
The Japanese Hill-and-Pond Garden, serene and calm, A tranquil space, a healing balm, Cherry blossoms paint the sky, As koi fish in the water lie.
Through Lullwater's winding trail, Nature's wonders do unveil, A bridge that arches over dreams, Reflects the sun’s golden beams.
Peninsula's wild embrace, Is a sanctuary, a sacred space, Where marsh and meadow intertwine, In nature’s rhythm, pure and fine.
The Vale of Cashmere, a hidden gem, A quiet nook, a precious stem, Of solitude and whispered lore, A place to ponder and explore.
In every step and every breath, Prospect Park defies death, A timeless space, a living heart, Where life and art will never part.