Crowd of trees march

In capering paradise.

Earthworm harmony lies

Under moist earthen sprawl.

As vapour flows – gliding lifeblood through the equatorial.

Nature breathes golden wealth.

Untouched and untampered crust below reams.

Culture blooms in eternal health.

And then it gleams–

The mechanic yawns of industry.

Screaming roots and tears of amber.

Timeless, yet time has come.

Smoky, rough and dreaded timber.

Sun’s embrace – now but shun.

And frost creeps as leaves fall and depart.

Piles of dust sit

In ashy purgatory.

Rooting network lies

Under dry urban sprawl.

As crude motor flows – gurgling lifeblood through the bloodthirsty.