The waves of air rush over this dreaming head
While ink is expelled from a plastic paper`s mate
A concrete jungle built on the graves of the red
While staring around at this once hallowed native ground
The mind wanders as it ponders the beauty we create
The ingenuity is so prevalent it can easily astound
Sad…
Yet, destruction that breeds new creation
The cars burning gas, as they rapidly pass
The materials consumed weaving the clothes we wear
The bottle destroys a beach to create it`s glass
A person is fueled, the evidence? The core of a pear
A dead tree for inscribing poetic manifestation
Humanity is building dreams and massive towers
That are stretching and reaching into the clouds
We inspire another, in constant streams and showers
So much beauty for everyone to enjoy and to view
The absolute allure, so pure; covers and shrouds
Is seen in every new sight under the high ocean blue.
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