It disgusts me,

the black cement rolling for miles,

around and around,

through and through,

black and grimy,

hiding the vibrant underneath.

Why did we have to?

Colonize, cultivate, cull.

Taking too much and never,

giving enough back.

The cycle’s been truncated,

by our worthless presence.

Returning nature to its former glory,

easier said than done,

it deserves to be as it was,

blooming and bursting,

with unbridled joy and purity,

without our black grease stains.