ONE DAY AT A TIME
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CONCRETED NATURE
The sun sparkles through the trees as it rises.
A new dawn awakens, as the night goes to rest.
Nature is stretching its endless wings,
Reaching out far and spreading wide to all.
Soon we hear the noise of the traffic,
Bumper to bumper, one after another,
As the flow of the hours, minutes, and seconds,
Tick slowly to one and faster to another.
Looking down on concrete only to wonder,
What is underneath, or what is no longer.
That is the wonder of nature's existence,
As it fades away by man's persistence.
The congestion thickens as the hours grow,
Lessening as we count down the minutes and seconds.
We are trapped into a schedule only we create.
This is concreted nature that is hard to alleviate.
Yana Petkov
30th July 2002