There is no green today, no sound,
Just views from the window pane
Looking down on a life size model
Cars like cutouts, lined up all in a row
A visual from an architect's mind
The sky is blue, the tar is black
Concrete paths so crisp and new
I don't hear the sweetness of a birds call
Or the leaves shimmering from the breeze
No remnants of rain been and gone
I guess mother nature is absent today
Preparing for her moments to shine
On a scene that is still yet to be
A place where her magic will breathe
Life, into the architects dream
By Me
Jan
2013
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