Past a patch of pigs, and through a tunnel of trees,
There’s a haven in the heart of Holland Park,
A colourful corner for contemplation,
Away from the chaotic capital.
Where the familiar roar of the road is replaced
By the sound of birds singing and a rushing waterfall,
The calming clunk of a water feature,
As it fills and empties.
In the centre, a figure-of-8 pond,
Reflects the traffic light trees above,
Ducks splash happily on the water,
While large fish swim within,
And further down,
A well-full of wishes glisten in the sunshine.
Squirrels so tame, approach inquisitively,
A robin flits freely amid fragrant flowers,
Pigeons perch on branches
Too thin for their well-fed weight.
At times, a pair of peacocks parade the garden,
Posing for pictures from excited passersby.
Wooden benches offer a reflective rest stop;
A student, with her head in a textbook,
Sits quietly beside a mother and child,
A tourist admires the foaming falls,
From a stepping stone walkway.
A low-flying plane overhead,
Is the only reminder
Of the position of this peaceful place.