In the heart of the city, silent and still,
Park benches wait for the show to begin,
Observing the crowds, taking it all in,
They witness the dramas, the joy and the din.
Underneath the sky so blue and bright,
They offer a seat to weary souls,
A place to rest and make memories right,
In the midst of laughter and life’s various roles.
They’ve seen lovers embrace in tender bliss,
And friends share secrets in whispered tone,
They’ve felt the tears of those in distress,
These benches, the quiet ones, have known.
Through seasons of change, they stand their ground,
As the plays of life unfold before their eyes,
They watch as people come and go around,
Their wooden frames holding old stories and ties.
So hush now, and listen to their silent reprise,
The park benches of the city’s grand stage,
For they witness it all, under the open skies,
A silent audience in this wondrous city’s age.