No Longer a Tree
No longer green leaves,
May dance 'n weave-
Among the Forest trees.
Nor the colours of
Red and Gold
Might whisper,
To the trees so old.
...Fortelling the winter
That might have been told.
But not, no more.
For it'll be gone,
By tomorrow's dawn.
To be replaced with
Pavement and a fake lawn.
May dance 'n weave-
Among the Forest trees.
Nor the colours of
Red and Gold
Might whisper,
To the trees so old.
...Fortelling the winter
That might have been told.
But not, no more.
For it'll be gone,
By tomorrow's dawn.
To be replaced with
Pavement and a fake lawn.
♠ ♠ ♠
This was inspired after watching months of horrible construction of horrible looking buildings across the street from my house in the marsh land.