The trees don't blossom
but the forest keeps growing.
The beasts that roamed have been replaced
by loud mechanical monsters.
The gentle flap that carried thousands of birds,
drowned out by the giant rocs*
carried by turbines and steel wings.
The monkeys that swung in the trees
now wear suits and sit at desks.
bears and wolves that tormented the weak,
run it all with the cunning of a fox,
and the ants that once crawled freely,
now follow restricted paths of black rocks.
we visioned of wonderlands
and were given wastelands.
we venture through steel forests and asphalt trails
