Seven shades of green sewn to make a coat
That flickered and shimmered and shifted
Wrapped around that Elven form moving
Like a pile of leaves casually wind drifted
Sliding through the realms of Humanity
Floating on that airy cloudy sea
Recording every little incident
Every little fleeting scene
Noting the empty spaces
Where the trees had been
Once there were Dragons
Patrolling this sky
Where the iron birds of Man
Noisily fly
Eating up the miles as they scream
From place to distant place
Lacking Dragon majestic progress
Lacking Dragon grace
He can hear the earth crying
Under every road and street
Squashed and barely breathing
Under cold heavy concrete
The very toxic air he breathes
Scours and burns and sears
Painful heaving lungs
Fills eyes with acid tears
The report is completed
Concluding for what its worth
That Man and the Old Folk still
Cannot yet again share mother earth
Seven shades of green flying
Sadly slowly through the air
One last long sad look before beginning
Dimension shift and then no longer there
Passing through the wormholes to the other side
Of that infinite universe endlessly deep ánd wide