A Few Seasons

I strolled to the park after a long time In between passed some seasons Hunted there for meaningful rhymes Give the ink's flow some reasons! The place didn't look exactly like before The trees seemed to grow taller dark The buds had flowered fruits now they bore New lovers had arrived in the park! The faces I knew were not passing by The poets the revelers and the crooks A despair grew I let off a sigh Had disappeared my frequented nooks! Old pairs were gone surfaced new teens Wind carried raw mango's scent Mowers had changed known faces of greens With only a few seasons spent! Nests up the trees were clearly redone Peeked out from them new pairs Children that came to the park for fun Had must now grown long hairs! I searched the park from the seasons rolled And when I reached her quiet stream My face told me though I had grown old still clung to all the past's dream!