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Concrete Earth

I see the sun is up and the concrete birds are singing,
I see the concrete grass is dancing mighty high.
And all the concrete trees are humming,
in honour of the new day coming
and there's a silver sunshine rising in the sky.

I see the concrete bees are full of dusty pollen
from all the flowers on the ground enrobed in grey.
And all the Universe is glowing,
just like the concrete river flowing
and all the cars that float up on it every day.

I think that I, remember green.
I'm sure I saw, it in a book.
I think the world, was partly green.
But now...
we have a concrete Earth.

I see a shiny metal forest in the city
where all the highly polished people like to live.
I see a fountain and a sculpture,
a metal carrion and vulture,
a lonely cardinal with no-one to forgive.

And in the older places gentle leaves are hiding,
like tiny children frightened by a coming storm.
And as they cower in vibration,
of all the traffic in their nation,
they seem to shiver even though their home is warm.

I think that I, remember green.
I'm sure I saw, it in a book.
I think the world, was partly green.
But now...
we have a concrete Earth.

I see the concrete towers touch the walls of heaven.
I see the milky sunset through the hazy air,
as all the smoky people wander
above the overpass and under
to place another kiss upon the wildlife there.

I see the harvest moon as old as any mountain.
I hear the music drowning silence with it's voice.
As all the statues dead and living
are sleeping, dreaming and forgiving,
forgetting every childhood memory by choice.

I think that I, remember green.
I'm sure I saw, it in a book.
I think the world, was partly green.
But now...
we have a concrete Earth.