Maple trees rest in the snow Covered with their fallen leaves. Winter’s wind will come and go, But maple trees stand in the snow. Their roots hold on. Let winter go And have its way. Though some may grieve, The maple trees wait in the snow Covered calmly by their leaves.
I’ve been to Gillson Park many times. It is on Lake Michigan and there is plenty of parking. It is a little far for me to bicycle, but it would not be impossible. What’s impossible is not what’s important. What’s important is that there is a park here at all and there is a beautiful lake that waits on it like a servant.
There's a haiku here somewhere waiting for me to try to find it.