Monday: The grass is green, the trees are high,

All the birds are flying by

Beautiful blue, like a painting in the sky

 

Tuesday: The evergreen trees, are losing their leaves

The lack of flowers, disappointing the bees

 

Wednesday: The grass is yellow, the trees are grey 

The sky is dark, it's a gloomy day

 

Thursday: I strode past a factory, billowing smoke 

I thought to myself, is this a joke?

 

Friday: No birds, no trees

Nothing left to believe 

This is all so strange... I know something has to change

 

Saturday: I furiously trudged to the factory, its gate staring at me

I locked it secure, and threw away the key

 

Sunday: No smoke in the sky, a sparkle in my eye

There's a leaf on a tree,

And a little bird flew by.