The Tourist / Afternoon in the Park

I come to the park where no-one’s around
The bell chimes two in the echoing town
Still it seems to me that chaos is near
Above, in the sound of the birds I hear.

I understand them, they are just like us
Moaning, singing, bickering or in love
This rush hour of birds, how I wonder much
Why nature’s traffic is soothing to watch.

Our popular emblem of peace and quiet
What do they think of concrete and tyres?