Those wandering clouds…

Those wandering clouds
Seized to exist
Experiencing the change
Not this land we belonged to ever
Missed greeting trees and birds
This land no more
These people no more
The air, the feel, the positivity
Died down in the name of development

Chirping birds, and the breeze that followed
The ambiance and the vibe that surrounded
The greenery, the water, and the nests
Drifted far and far
Where now these people go
To borrow some visuals
To think about the goodness in their merry time

Least they knew, now it’s already been done
The havoc, the smoke, and the melting glaciers
The fallen trees, the dirty seas, and the smog
Years to come, I wonder, where they will run
To fill the fresh air into them
To feel lighter, brighter, and close to what nature would have freely given…

In years, it would lend but with a price …yes, unaffordable.