I walk with grass tickling my feet.
I walk with a breeze cooling my body.
I walk and inhale the sweet smell of honey suckle.
I walk and take in the purple blooming from the green.
Some find it simple to forget.
One Step Over...
The hard concrete, like cancer,
Spreads over the soft bodies of grass.
One step over smog drowns my lungs in its venom.
One step over my comfort kills,
What I've come to love.
Soft to rough.
Green to grey.
Life to death.
That is all we've become.