What I See

A poem about What I See when looking at what the land is coming to.

Leaning on the railing
overlooking the land,
Don't like what I see.
Smog's got this country.

Cities springing up
everywhere you see.
Forests coming down,
roads going through.

Children are playing
in streets of tar.
There's no harmony
in this world of steel.

Now, where is the land
where deer ran free?
Oh glory, glory be,
I don't like what I see.