Parc Mont-Royal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Parc Mont-Royal, where pathways wind,

And sunlight filters through the trees,

The city’s hustle left behind,

The mountains rise and air is free.

Here, nature reigns in all her might,

Her majesty a soothing balm,

A respite from the urban blight,

A place of peace, a healing calm.

The paths meander, twist and turn,

As if they have a life and will,

A chance for all who seek to learn,

To leave behind the noise and still.

And in the winter, oh how grand,

The snowfall blankets all around,

The city hushed, a quiet land,

With only whispers of sound.

So let us come and walk this park,

And let our spirits soar on high,

For Parc Mont-Royal leaves a mark,

That lingers long, and will not die.