In the midst of this bustling city
flows an anonymous creek
It ripples through sheltered hollows
Where silence and shadows are deep.

As I listen the trees will all whisper
And the noise of the traffic grows dim.
The breeze on my forehead is cooling
and the birds continue to sing.

I come to this place with my worries
Just to find some form of release.
For this island of perfect solitude
Offers sanity, tranquillity and peace.