Concrete jungle5. We used to stroll
barefoot through the
overgrown grass,.
10. Maybe catch a glimpse
of a bobcat, playing eye
tricks with its tail
BOBCAT
11. Now there is only one
type of bobcat we see
The one that is fur free,
13. We used to walk through a footpath in a forest of pine
The smell intoxicating our lungs and mind
14. Now the only smell to be
found comes from
plastic trees
Swaying on my rear-
view mirror, labelled
pine breeze
15. We used to watch the
valley play hide and seek
Shadowed by the
mountain's
immeasurable peak
Considered the largest
thing known to man
17. We used to sit next to
the stream, the wind
caressing our crown
19. Now they are just
characters of folktales,
memories we pass down
An adjective to describe
someone, no more a
noun
20. This could be our reality
If we continue to live in
impracticality
No more vast, endless
oceans-
22. No more soaring birds
overhead-
Only planes, so loud they
rock your bed.
24. We have little time
To change our self
centered, one track
minds
Before we are stuck with
a great heap of jumble
Left only with an
artificial concrete jungle.