Stupid Cities Poem by zarina binda

There is this peace
And quiet.
When you take a walk early in the morning.
There is this strange happy satisfaction.
In the silence of the human world.
Only to hear
The noise of life.
Real life.
Chatter and flutters through the air.
Watching rabbits hastily hop away.
as you walk on grassy hills,
The pink color of the sky,
As the sun shyly rises and mist creeps
Over the ground,
This peace you sadly have to leave behind
As bricks and concrete take over the scene
Very very sad indeed