To wander through Central Park
On a chilly, drizzly April day
The daffodils! The magnolias! The blossoms! 
The lupines! The tulips! 
The grand beauty of it all 
Whispering a thank you
To those visionary souls
Who saw fit to ensure green
(The kind that circulates oxygen and carbon dioxide
Not the kind that circulates poverty and greed)
Amidst the industrial landscape