Metropolis Jungle

Concrete Metropolis jungle,

A jungle growing within a bundle,

Of polished up, built up, hide away faces,

All in the race competing for spaces.

An aroma from a pretty city

Apon a time was nitty gritty,

Now flowing from edges and ledges,

A fulfilment of dredged pledges.

Grey on Green and green on grey,

Scenes to be seeing I dare to say,

Green scene seeing it's way,

I pray, that this day, is here to stay.

The Mothers pining cry is winning,

A voice of reason is glistening,

Her gasped breathe has been heard,

Her nurchured siblings were spared.