Sunday, October 13, 2013

City Eclogue: Words For It Poem

Nature

Flowers blooming on a grassy plain
Birds flying in the blue sky
Take a rest in the tall trees
Such a beautiful sight

But here come trucks filled with men
Wonder what do they want?
After a couple of chops the trees go down
Men with shovels kill all the flowers

Cement covering the dead fields
This is the graveyard for nature

Buried under what’s known as a city

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