Such a beautiful world this is
It is dustless, it is grass less.
It is pristine and modern
with its glistening forms of concrete and cement

But Why can I not smell the wet soil any more
The tiny sparrow doesn’t ask for rice grains no more

What place is this?
It is where trees are uprooted , the soil dug up to be sold
The coal tar will tarnish that beautiful brown soil
The roots of the tree will be surrounded by perfectly symmetrical circles of cement
around it hugging the stem cutting its oxygen
Asphyxiating it to its slow death

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