A joke about parks

Once we lived free
sand n gravel below our feet
trees shone above our head 
hunt and hunted
part of a whole
dangerous, even deadly
The trees were home till

Man found humour
he built walls
to hide n hunt
more he built
bigger the joke 
soon it became
city, countries
even continents

The sand n gravel
once at our feet
are now fodder for
sky-scraping homes
so much so
trees that sheltered us
now require shelter
from 'us' &
from us

In future museums of rare
along with items bare
like sound n sparrows
where AI will point & scroll
mans evergreen joke
between jungles
of metal n glass
Lay patches of of green
man called a park

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