Do roses still bloom in glorious profusion
In gardens green or winding trellis high
Are rhododendrons still ariot in confusion
Amassed and pointing to a cloudless sky?
Do waters still scurry in the babbling brook
As they tumble in their hurry to the sea
If I get the time I'll come and take a look
These things were once so important to me...
One day I'll close the office early in the day
And drive back to the places I used to love
For now I rely on what my staff has to say
About the ground beneath and sky above....
Concrete and glass grow here in the city
Running waters fill the gutters oh so deep
Grass grows in sparse ground, more's the pity
That it is fertilized by garbage in a heap....
I know the thrill of the countryside is still there
If ever I decide to avail myself of its beauty
Now I look out my office window and stare
While I earn a living and fulfil my duty....
