memories of green

As i stand

on this balcony

of concrete

and look across

office blocks

unused

my eyes sombered

with flashing

memories

of

the

wavering trees

and the

buzzing bees

the flap of the

butterflies wings

that once

flew

by

chasing

across

clear

blue sky

the perfume of

the wild flowers

the trickling brook

from the springwell

did flourish

as I look

how it is

now

the

fast

growing towers

the grey blue smoke

from the cars

rushing by

vapour trails

filling the sky

buzzing sounds

from the

rows of Pylons

all around

so called progress

has built this mess

for a

society

which struggles to

breath this

now polluuted

air