Asphalt Gardens

Billowed clouds high in the sky
bursting at their seems.
Sheets of wind driven rain
awaken us from our dreams.

Streaks of lightning pierce the sky
while thunder roars across the land.
Children scared, they start to cry
the older ones lend a hand.

Streets flooding and running strong
Cars floating fast down thoroughfares.
Nature at its worst gone wrong
The blame we all must share.

We cleared the land, built parking lots
then dressed it up with landscape.
Replacing trees with flower pots
to cover up nature's rape.

Too soon the land will wash away
and food won't grow on asphalt.
Our children shall be the first to pay
and it will be our fault.

With your child suffering hunger pains
what lies shall you try to sell
Will you blame it all on acid rain
Or climate change as well.