The City Train Path

There are flowers

Bright red flowers, on this path that I discovered

As if some city dweller imagined my route to work

And decided to make it beautiful 

They start near the train station

And lead to a tree lined road

And when there is no room for flowers

The bike path is bright red too

It is good, I suppose, to beautify the uncomfortable parts of life

Because these flowers bring a smile to my heart