I’ve lived my whole life in Central Park. I’ve seen the wonders of this park, from the changing colors of leaves in fall to the blooming flowers in spring. But there’s one thing that never ceases to amaze me – the endless stream of people walking through this park daily. I sit on my branch and watch as families play, couples stroll, and runners speed by.
However, not all days are happy ones. There are times when I see tears in the eyes of those who pass by or hear the sound of sorrow in their voices. In these moments, I feel a sense of empathy and sadness. I know what it’s like to feel lost and alone.
But even in these moments, I take solace in the fact that they come to Central Park for comfort and peace. And in that sense, I am happy, knowing that this place I call home can bring joy and healing to those who need it most.