Is there a fountain of timeless youth,
Where children’s laughter runs through lucid air,
Where roads are straight and avenues are smooth,
And none of them are leading anywhere?
When running through a park I see a creek,
I cannot help, but wonder if it’s there,
Between the trees where no one ever seeks,
Because, let’s face it, people just don’t care.
But I enjoy the thought from time-to-time,
That hidden in the shadows of the woods,
Unknown mystery is still alive,
It’s still untouched and not yet understood.