Clanking sounds and shuffling feet,
honking horns and angry voices.
Metal and cement, glass and lead,
All is fast, yet so dead.
Dew and mist, bees and birds,
dawn and dusk, leaves and trees
people meet and birds tweet,
All is scarce, yet so sweet.
My mind wants these and not whats there
If there's a way to getting it, do tell me where.
