A cool breeze brings the enveloping scent of spring in the air.

Freshly budding bushes hide signs that say ‘don’t climb’.

Discarded papers with forgotten words in overhanging branches,

a discoloured pathway of mottled leaves and stray sticks cover cobblestone.

Brightly coloured blossom rains down like warm snow before flourishing fruits emerge.

Maintaining machinery goes about its business encouraging life from beneath,

defiant daisies and daring dandelions proving no match for nurture over nature.

A solitary squirrel scurries about his business leaving tell-tale signs of climbing claws, 

the encouraging sounds of creaking timber.

An early bird with his wriggling treat leaves a floating feather to fall.

A sporadic fountain arches gracefully where waterlogged ducks can primp and preen.

Sycamore seeds scatter in the undergrowth as a startled stoat flees.

An overwhelming scent of flowers blue and pink,

an oasis of life in a concrete jungle.