World
I live in a world
of skyscrapers and roads,
where people go through
their day without
looking up at the sky.
Where the trees and the
grass are sectioned off,
for fear that they will
spread upon this
artificial world of metal
and cement.
Where Nature is an
inconvenience, rather
than a wonder;
it's value a green of
money, not a green
of leaves.
But it should not be so.
I want a world
where Nature can live;
where the trees cover
the land, as tall as
skyscrapers.
Where the grass'
soft cool comfort
soothes my wearied feet from
the harsh uncaring
man-made cement.
A world where the fields
are an endless wave
of green; where the
only things blocking
the sky are the
gentle white clouds,
and the emerald
leaved trees.
I want to feel
the thunder and the
cool pouring rain;
I want to see
the lightning flash
with the brilliance
of day, and to
be in awe.
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I live in a world
of skyscrapers and roads,
where people go through
their day without
looking up at the sky.
Where the trees and the
grass are sectioned off,
for fear that they will
spread upon this
artificial world of metal
and cement.
Where Nature is an
inconvenience, rather
than a wonder;
it's value a green of
money, not a green
of leaves.
But it should not be so.
I want a world
where Nature can live;
where the trees cover
the land, as tall as
skyscrapers.
Where the grass'
soft cool comfort
soothes my wearied feet from
the harsh uncaring
man-made cement.
A world where the fields
are an endless wave
of green; where the
only things blocking
the sky are the
gentle white clouds,
and the emerald
leaved trees.
I want to feel
the thunder and the
cool pouring rain;
I want to see
the lightning flash
with the brilliance
of day, and to
be in awe.
::The End::
8/4/04 12:28 am.