The City of Green

Trees: Lifeline for Our Planet
2nd Place, Silver Maple Award

The city of green
with bottomless arms.
The one that was built
by no man’s harm.
I go to that city to die.

When morning-star dies
and twilight reigns supreme,
when the eyes turn black,
as black as their dreams,
and men of yesterday tell their lie.

They speak of “progress”
and glory to match,
they speak of the future
too important to hold back.
With us, you can fly.

But I do not wish
for iron wings,
if the home of the birds
Is reduced to twigs.
For that injustice, I do cry.

The city of green
must not be paved,
for the city is life,
and that we must save.
Or at least we can try.

So to the city I go,
where the song is the trees,
away from the men
who take what they please.
I go to that city to die.