Of what compares,
to the true beauty of the woods.
Where it is normal, silent, violent.
How we are now ruled by one another,
in the concrete jungle.
Where there is constant comparison to one another.
No remorse, help, language course, we yelp.
Natures beauty destroyed by our creations.
What we see as advancement,
only makes us vintage.
Taking away life itself,
for daily items.
The beauty lost,
for a different cost,
creating utensils, from air,
we can only wonder where.
Once blue now gray,
I see a different way.
Looking past the smog,
searching for the fog.
Where there were once trees,
are now lights of 3\'s.
We walked trails,
now replaced with rails.
Its too late,
as our world will soon meet its fate.