Park no more

There once stood handsome trees,
Having fun are flying bees.
From daisies to red roses,
All you can think out is putting out pretty poses.

Now the park isfilled with concrete,
No more bees will come to greet.
All you can see is naked tree stumps,
where it once stood flowers had became huge humps.

There once had a flowing river,
Filled with thousands of laughter.
From adult to children all having fun,
Near the huge water spilling fountain.

Now the park is a black and white dungeon,
The buildings there costs zillion.
All we want is the priceless park,
Not expenssive buildings or family mart.