Jungle of Concrete,
Towers stretch up high,
The people that live there
Hanging on to life.
Suspended on the branches
some fallen never to climb up high,
Corrupted
Tainted,
Polluted,
By the fruits,
Poisoning the mind.
Now fallen as another one
Takes there place,
In the branches dreading the life.
Scared,
Anxious,
Intimidated,
Towers reaching for the sky,
while the little ones look up
Fearful
Of that place for what lies in there,
Fear in their eyes.
But time moved on and those up high
Moved to the ground,
Living in the field
Of flowers,
On the ground.
A little safer than before
No longer the fear from before.
Children could play
In the meadows of green,
That were behind and upfront
Playing like they couldn't before.
But parents still wary,
Strangers,
Roads,
Cars,
As the ground has dangers
Like the tree tower did before.
The trees reached for the sky's
That were the misery of most
Now collapsing,
A scar on the landscape,
Now breathes in new hope and life.