A warm summer breeze whips around me
On the gray February afternoon
Carrying sounds from all across neighborhood
To drift though my ears
Sliding the red headphones into my bag
I close my eyes to listen to the industrial nature
Once melodious bird sounds are drowned out
By the hum of heavy machinery
The workers voices bleed complaints of bad weather
That they disrupt unknowingly
So much was once green now gray
In the light of this industrial day