The Silent Cry of Our Parks: A Plea for Attention

brown squirrel on tree branch painting

Our Joyful Beginnings

Born three decades ago, my siblings and I were vibrant examples of nature’s beauty. Families would flock to us, bringing laughter and joy. We thrived on fertilizers, water, and above all, the warmth of love and attention.

A Stark Contrast

However, time has been unkind. The once youthful society that nurtured our growth now quietly walks by, leaving us alone. We watch as the laughter fades, replaced by silence. The children who played on our greens have grown, moved away, and forgotten us.

Our Desperate Plea

Now, as nine lonely siblings, our hearts ache for the care we once knew. We are left thirsty, yearning for just a drop of water and a sprinkle of kindness. No one comes to listen to our silent cries. Please, do not let us fade away; remember us and give us the love we so desperately need.

Scroll to Top