Once, a beautiful forest stood here

Trees grasping at the sky with confidence,

Vines prodding at the ground and snaking upwards,

Bushes sprawling out lazily like a cat lying in the sun

They were entertained by the joyful melodies

Of the finches,

Of the robins,

Of the sparrows,

Creating an orchestra of sound that tastes like honey

You cannot help but delight at the birds’ delight.

But one day the melodies were drowned out

By the busy grinding of machinery

One day the trees broke their legs, 

And were no longer able to touch the heavens

When I stare down the desolate road 

With black concrete staining the horizon,

I find it hard to imagine

Something this beautiful once was here

But people do not imagine this forest.

Always in a rush, people are content

That they do not have to spend the extra effort

To take a harder path

People love this black concrete road.