in the city lights
just dreaming
of those moonlit nights
swapping stars for stars,
and cars for acres
of wild and free
but these dreams
can no longer comfort bring
outside the birds still sing
in concrete trees,
no rest on wires of string
but the song carries through
the smoky air and passes it
to those who care
and those who don't
and kicks the ass
of those who won't.
While in another time, another day
A Monkey Puzzle Tree
who'll never have his say
stands solitary
in majestically dignified
defiant self-defense.
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