Concrete Jungle
Everywhere my eyes go, I see a jungle of Concrete. Even the moon above has lost its shine and have become discreet. A little birdie wonders where to go? As its green tree has been burnt down. Chirpy rhymes have died down in the shouts of honks and nasty bulldozers. I don't like here, I don't wanna go near.. This is not my world anymore, all barren without the rain on the shore. I have erected my mast and my ships are about to sail. I bid adieu to this land of noise, Sailing in the oceans of peace and serenity.