Once in a while I write vaguely presentable poems, this is my latest one. How can you compare concrete heights With the trees nature builds? Grey stone, uniformity and rambling branches, green leaves. A tree can grow higher than you let it A building as high as mechanics allow Trees settle where they like A building requires planning. A tree seeds, take flight And land unabounded Take root and grow A natural Birth. Buildings cluster, deface And land is taken Cover former greenbelt Industrial forest. How can we compare The wonder of nature With corporate wasteland Grey, Bland, Dead And yet we cut down trees And build concrete jungles.
that's awesome, i really like it! once again impressed by your poetry skills. reminds me a little of the song 'the city has sex' by bright eyes. well, the first couple of lines 'the city has sex with itself i suppose, as the concrete collides, well the scenery grows' ...only your poem makes more sense. anyhoo ignore all that rambling, it's a very cool poem with an important message.
I like it Nyika Do you know the Bob Marley song of the same name? "Where is the love to be found, In this concrete jungle Where the living is hardest" Great tune, check it out if you haven't heard it.
