I take a quick journey on up the road Things I see make emotions explode A lofty green meadow is what I seek Congested construction is what I meet Six lanes roads blast a once fluttering forest Middle class homes rise as mountains at best Standing in playplace of childhood Woodland games of youth, ever so good No, not anymore, now industrialized They say we must be commercialized No! I say, what will the critters do They say who needs em, **** fools How long will it be 'for luscious green's gone Replaced by business, the new icon No trees no bushes no grass Just some corporate ***