A Visitor’s Tale

The land is green and it is lush
Against our blue and purple fields
Yet I like this colour
Soothes the eye and make me warm
I really like the green softness
A man stood there and whacked a ball
It went into a hole
He looked happy
He showed his teeth

The roaring wetness they call waterfall
The music of nature, so beautiful
I miss our water of blushy pink
Yet this will do if nothing else
A woman came by and stood underneath
Letting the water flow over her
Another threw a plastic bag
Of eaten food into the water
They are happy, they laughed together

The sandy beach so clean and white
Not with gold and silver lights
Like in our dear planet
A boy ran past with his little pet
A monster they call a dog
The man stood by with a cigarette
And a bottle of drinks
He threw them on the sand
And walked away without ado

I passed across a thoroughfare
Not like ours where its airborne
The vehicles make such rackets
And belched smokes on the air
They smell so strange
They smell so foul
I am beginning to gasp and wheeze
I think I will go home now
To our Planet Cleanair