The leaves are emeralds,
Glistening in the afternoon light;
Photosynthetic heralds.
Nature lends the pen insight.
Golden azure flames from on high;
Like an eagle omen, fly in the sky.
Trees and grass yield,
To the concrete and bricks.
In a once verdant field,
Modern stones now – affix.
In the Hudson woods, which were enchanted;
Massive apartment complexes are now – planted.
Community, an error which is slowly erased
By individualism of this era, the old is replaced
Profitless service – a rarity;
Compelled by gainful impulses.
An unattractive interior –
No longer matters, nor repulses;
The structure of the exterior
Determines the quality, and disparity.
Sunset breaks, fire silently shimmers through –
In wonder, thoughts wonder –
If this would is quietly ablaze too?
Composed By: A.D.
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