Shadows in Parksville

In Parksville, where the skies turn gray,

Raindrops fall in a mournful sway,

Streets that sparkle with laughter and light,

Hide the cold shadows that shun the night.

The homeless wander, faces drawn tight,

While warm homes glow, a comforting sight,

Yet doors stay closed, and hearts turn cold,

As innocence masks the stories untold.

The rain pours down, a relentless theme,

No shelter offered for those who dream,

The community smiles, yet fails to see,

The cruelty that grows, unfurling like a tree.

Innocent blossoms, but roots intertwined,

With neglect and decay that we leave behind,

In Parksville's embrace, let kindness stir,

For compassion is shelter, and love must occur.