People run, walk, push past
Crowded...
People talk crassly
Fast, no one wants to be last
Cars zoom, vroom, wildly crash
Construction booms
Loudly blasts
Streets were once paths not paved
Paths were once fields not braved
Fields were once trees not scaved
Trees were once seeds...
Streets speak of what we used to be
What we came from
What we can't see
...and what we would become inevitably!