People Make A Place
The lawn was green, but empty. Trees stood tall in the wind, Bending, greeting, waving Their hammockless arms To me, only me. People make a place With their messes and their cares Moving in quiet concert, Broken, blooming, unaware. People make a place. The halls were bright, yet silent. Chairs sat open in the stillness, Keeping, watching, holding, Their memory filled embrace For me, only me. People make a place With their laughter and their songs Birthing love in the greyness, Gentle, joyous, and strong. People make a place. The swing was new, and perfect. You pushed me through the air Laughing, shouting, giggling In the golden spring sunlight With me, only me. We made this place With our tears and our wishes, Sinking deep in the soft soil Building and shaping new bridges. We made this place.