Cue the Drum Roll

Since when did the wind have colour,

or mountains voices of their own?

All I can say is curse the wind

and the mountain blocks my view.

I don't believe in jungle cures

that heal African wounds.

Can't enjoy a beautiful landscape

when I see its industrial potential.



Incredible! A building high to scrape the sky with steel.

Fantastic! An office block to crush the innocent leaves.

Marvellous! A grand estate to ruin a peaceful forest.



Why care how old the earth is?

I'm ready for new technology,

which drowns out the ocean waves

and shoots the earth's inhabitants.



So cue the drum roll.

light the fire,

lie down on the soil,

look up to the stars,

smell the sweet fragrance of the woods,

run through the joyful stream,

listen to nature's wise words

and interpret the stars' formation;

because soon I will tread on that which is green

and interrupt nature's lifelong pattern.

I will replace your magnificent jungle hut

with a sports centre or a cinema

and tell you that this is how the world is supposed to be.