So I was out for a walk and suddenly my brain comes up with this…

Stillness reigns as the birds sing
Belying the man-made acrid sting
Across the road flutters a leaf of gold
Denying that the Earth’s soul is sold

Neat rows of controlled plants and bushes remember
A time when they weren’t needed in front of houses to temper
The harsh, cutting world of grey that mankind has created
And in truth so it will be until from us Mother Gaea is liberated