Glass
Weeds
Look
at the weeds of the city
Steel
and glass growing
Without
leaves or flowers
Smothering
the lands beneath them
Forcing
grass into small plots
Causing
it to force a strained life
Growing
through cracks in endless concrete
Trees
live in cold shade
Sheltered
from the sun it needs
Even
people suffer
They
can no longer see the sky above
The
clouds as they drift by
Like
the weeds in a meadow
The
steel and glass weeds strangle life
Choke
it
And
makes it struggle
Maybe
someday
It
will kill all the live below
Maybe