In Kensington Gardens the sun would shine,
Reflecting off the babies’ prams
That nannies pushed in 4/4 time
While all around them children ran.

In Kensington Gardens the flowers showed
The muted colors of autumn air,
As young men pranced between the rows
Of long limbed girls with silky hair.

In Kensington Gardens the grown men sailed
Their little boats across Round Pond,
While racing boys would launch their kites
Aloft to winds that drove them high
Above the green receding ground
With tails a’ dancing in the sky. 

And In Kensington Gardens the old men sat
On wooden benches where they could see
The shadows of their distant pasts
Where they could run and prance and dream.

- Finding the Light of G‑d, page 131