Glass Weeds

Glass Weeds Look at the weeds of the city Steel and glass growing Without leaves or flowers Smothering the lands beneath them Forcing grass into small plots Causing it to force a strained life Growing through cracks in endless concrete Trees live in cold shade Sheltered from the sun it needs Even people suffer They can no longer see the sky above The clouds as they drift by Like the weeds in a meadow The steel and glass weeds strangle life Choke it And makes it struggle Maybe someday It will kill all the live below Maybe