My City

Is this my city? Oh! what a pity. Is this my place? A thought makes my mind race. We walked on roads, without a glance. Now walking on roads, is taking a chance. So many vehicles, so much pollution. Is this real, or is this illution? Where are the trees, where are the birds feathered? All seem to be so endangered. What I see is chaos and commotion. Growing and growing is IT's invation. I wonder if I can get back those days. When clouds looked like flying maze. But here I sit in my cab and gaze. A sight filled with smoky haze. I think and think as my watch goes tick. Who's making my city so sick? I see my land, I see it sink. We have to do something, or we'll loose it in a wink. So lets spread green, and lets all hurry. Before the nature shows its fury. By planting trees again and again. Its not money, its life that we gain. Isn't this a thought, a thought we must ponder. I reach my destination, while I still wonder. Is this my city? Oh! what a pity. Is this my homeland? O God! soon wave your magic wand.