When the green seemed a dream
Above us the holiest of blue
Tint and color of sky and water
It seemed a beautiful altar
We were not yet born
To a world of joy and war
We were still asleep
Awakened by birth
Upon the beautiful earth
Small and meaningless
Labors and rest
Angers and strife
Still we found a way
We saw a forward path
And saw ourselves important
Greater than the gods
So rare we defeated the odds
In our minds it seems
The holy blue sky shrinks
With every scraper
They keep reaching higher
The world feels much smaller
As the steel and glass cities expand
Their victorious anthems sung by choirs
Before our world collapses
Perhaps could we have a simple kiss
The world is twisted
And instead of rising
It sinks into the abyss
With every additional project
To finally reach the sky
The end is near
And modernity is empty
As our lives are formed by chaos
Melded together by fire
And taught with lies
“...all the wild ways he had shown me, mosses and rushes and heather, the home of the curlew and snipe, and the grazing grounds of the geese, all those enchanted fields and the magical willows lying under the edge of the bog, all were to be spoiled, hidden, sold and disenchanted by that terrible force named Progress.”
