All of a sudden it needs mowing again.
I drive by the park everyday. Some days there are dogs. Other times it’s empty.
Blissful with the backdrop of Victoria’s Inner Harbour.
Time again to mow it.
My, how time flies.
Before you know it the day turns to night. It’s sleep time. Wake-up now. A new day!
Another season comes. A full moon. A birthday. Christmas. A New Year.
Like the moon revolving around the Earth. The sun in the sky.
A child grows up into an adult.
And the grass?
My, how the grass grows.