The hue's of the skies blue
Loomed in my view
Clouds were melted by the sun
and my happiness grew

an an amethyst flew,past the trees
the air so quiet
i heard a bumble bee sneeze
while lungs of pristine were breathed
nature conducted a breeze

and i was entrusted to see,and listen
as blades of blunt grass glistened
dancing till lost in their rhythm
i smiled at this moving picture
and clutched at the prison
that i can't get get in...

You see i'm old and hurt now
i'm told the earths foul
natures gardens poisoned black
and it sickens mind and bowel

and it sounds, like the face of death
a place you struggle for breath
grey and horribly bleak
and 'greeds' the colorists theft

The trouble is left, no one cares
trees are leafless and bare
once beautiful plants are scared
to show their true colors

as nothing is spared, the skies been stained
the suns lost its reign
pollution smothers its warmth
and the rays no longer play

now sombre shades, cloud that garden
which my memories are guardin
reminiscing made me smile
but dissapears between the margins

A place where arson, has burnt my eyes
My vision has died
So i'm thankful
that for 40 years i've been blind...