A Breeze No Longer Sound And Sane

As fumes litter the atmosphere

We think of the greener yesteryear,

What happened to that bold breeze

Of bloom that made our hearts freeze?

We froze with glee as we raised bees and peas,

Now it’s broken by virtue of our crude squeeze,

The environment is mourning its loss of virginity,

Our knack for destruction is a distressing insanity