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Desk,
inside,
Grass, a tiny amount,
Outside.
A strip,
Before concrete,
Before tarmac,
Before bricks.
I step out,
And I am not here,
I am here,
Many years before,
When it was all grass,
And trees,
And life,
Where now,
There is only,
Man.
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Now most everything is building or houses. Open fields of splednor are a thing of the past while man cuts down trees and builds to his desire. You captured the destruction of nature very well**
I agree. There's too much concrete and brick and pavement. What happened to the endless lush blades of green between our toes? Love your words. Honest and pertinent.
