OLD TREE

I see the city tall and grand, 
I hear the crows crow all day long,
I see the litter covered big big land,
I remember the trees tall and green,
For they are no longer.

I see the harbour quickly expand,
I hear the cars getting ready to pollute,
I remember the bits soft golden sand,
For they are no longer.

I see ferries come in and out,
I hear the busker’s husky voice,
I see the shout and shout,
I remember the people dance at the ceremonies,
For they are no longer.