Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name Is; Lark Douglas
High In The Wooded Place A Hooded Bird Appears; Looking Sadly To The Earth Which Slowly Disappears. Habitat Where He May Live Without The Thought Of Fear. Trees, Shrubs, and Flowers Culling Ever Near; Soon Not To Be Seen Through Man's Triumphant Spears. All Of Our Lovely Forests, and Beauty Of Their Meadows Beside Are Soon To Be Hidden Beneath The Concrete Blight, and Lost Forever The Exquisiteness That Used To Grace Our Sight. I Just Bet That God Will Surely Cry Tonight! We Have No Need To Expand Our Cities! Let Them Go Up Not Out! Or We Will Surely Lose Such Beauty As We've Known All Our Lives!