All the trash is swept away
Only tiny, floating insects
And twittering birds remain
To speak of beauty.
Naked I sit on the mountain
Caressed by the sun and wind
I see the city passing by
On its way to the weekend.
To have been the first man here
To have gazed across the virgin land
To have been a dream in the forest
That is now covered by this haze.
The ground wails its wordless lament
Beware the beast among us!
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