Where Did Everything Go?

Walking across the city streets,
Trying to find something familiar.
The kangaroos, the special smells,
all covered by the dull, city bell.
The cheery laughing of the kookaburras,
The sound of nature itself. Gone.
It is as if, all of it, was a warm summer breeze,
Sweeping past you.
Then instantly, gone.
All that was left was left was the winter
The cold sense of reality.
Now, people just scuttling
Like cockroaches through their daily, dull routine. Eat, work, sleep.
If this is what these people call ‘life’,
Do not the olden days, where animals freely roamed the land,
With giant eucalyptus, towering into the sky, be called - heaven?
Where is the fun?
Where is the coloured days of rich brown and red? All gone.
Now, it is all a black and white world.
Full of dull, full of sadness, full of…nothing