I have never lived
amongst the green and tall
the living things that twist and turn
achieving goals through osmosis
yet, I think of them often.
I live amongst the concrete things
that flatten down and level out
prepare the earth for needy things
that purchase wealth and frivolous ideas.
I wonder how the air would feel
if it were rich with purity
and when I took a deep, deep breath
I would feel it rushing inward
Whistling cool and nurturing
giving life to what was dying.
The air is clean, cleaner than some
And when I step outside it thrums
with excitement but it feels tainted
by buildings crowding all around
jostling for a prima spot
if I could wish everything away
and be left with what once was
would I be happier, then?
~The H Word~
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