Green Hills

You wouldn't believe how green these hills are
From the light green grass by the roadside to the dark green hues on mountains afar
Every weekend when I pass by these roads I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt
For I am the reason that men have mauled all this beauty with the concrete snake we've built

I wonder if we'll live to face the consequences of what we've done
In the pursuit of our little patches of happiness under the sun
But I've gotta be honest, for I'm as human as can be
And though I am moved and enchanted by all that I see
I've gotta admit that if it weren't for men who strip the Earth bare
Men like me, would never be filled with such care
I wish I could spell what I see but my words won't suffice
So let me leave you with a few snippets in 3x5s...

Would you take a walk on the beach
To calm the demons inside
Hail a cab when all's asleep
At 3 am, in what's neither dawn nor night?

Would you spend an hour with the sea breeze
To ruffle through the cobwebs in your head
Sit with yourself for company
When all else is tucked away in bed?

Would you watch the waves break
And drown yourself in their erratic screams
Till they finally make sense
When all else cozily dreams?

As poetic as that does sound
I'm sure you're too darned sensible to try
And prefer your being tucked away in your cozy dreams
Just as at this moment, do I!