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Are we destroying our nature?
I see to the farthest point my sight betrays
I feel as long as my senses are in place
But when I open my eyes
there is nothing in sight
Not a man, not a plant
Not a tree I can transplant
Into the memory cells of my brains
I try. Struggling to uncover stories
My body is fatigued and fatigue is strained
My mind is confound my visions untamed
Red-Yellow-white is all that came
What happened to the lush mountains and the pompous gardens?
All I see are patches of white and yellow and toxic reds
My body is fatigued and my fatigue is strained
Nature's luscious greens have only one thing to blame
Bits and pieces of colour: The red-yellow-white stain
I am breathless. My heart is pounding
My mind is trying to reason, to put up with this treason
Where have the trees gone missing, my shallow self is expounding
Trucks, trucks are all envisioned.
Red-Yellow-white. The green pastures and the beautiful black might
All are meshed up, cluttered like the evils of a mind
All succumbed to the whims and fancies of Red-Yellow and white
A cajole, a plea, a cry is what I scream
Pastures of green and precious black
is what I really want to seek
The black gold of beauty, aesthetic, marvel and craft
The green of life, wealth, meaning and art
Have the power to eliminate the vices of the mind
Have the strength to stupefy the villain inside
The power of black and green
Will segregate the fallows of disease clean
And no longer will we see the schema of colours alike
Separation of Red-Yellow and White.
A safer environment has arrive
I feel as long as my senses are in place
But when I open my eyes
there is nothing in sight
Not a man, not a plant
Not a tree I can transplant
Into the memory cells of my brains
I try. Struggling to uncover stories
My body is fatigued and fatigue is strained
My mind is confound my visions untamed
Red-Yellow-white is all that came
What happened to the lush mountains and the pompous gardens?
All I see are patches of white and yellow and toxic reds
My body is fatigued and my fatigue is strained
Nature's luscious greens have only one thing to blame
Bits and pieces of colour: The red-yellow-white stain
I am breathless. My heart is pounding
My mind is trying to reason, to put up with this treason
Where have the trees gone missing, my shallow self is expounding
Trucks, trucks are all envisioned.
Red-Yellow-white. The green pastures and the beautiful black might
All are meshed up, cluttered like the evils of a mind
All succumbed to the whims and fancies of Red-Yellow and white
A cajole, a plea, a cry is what I scream
Pastures of green and precious black
is what I really want to seek
The black gold of beauty, aesthetic, marvel and craft
The green of life, wealth, meaning and art
Have the power to eliminate the vices of the mind
Have the strength to stupefy the villain inside
The power of black and green
Will segregate the fallows of disease clean
And no longer will we see the schema of colours alike
Separation of Red-Yellow and White.
A safer environment has arrive
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