On the edge of the city,
on the edge,
the countryside calls to the city,
and tries to entice it with its beauty,
and the city creeps ever closer and eats it up,
and there is less and less left,
less of the countryside,
less of the beauty,
less of the fresh air of which we need and expect,
yes, less, and less each day,
and it is a shame to see the countryside,
disappearing so rapidly before our eyes,
and it is a shame to wave the countryside goodbye,
and it makes so many people cry to see the countryside die,
to see the countryside depleted,
through the decisions of those,
who only care for money,
and who destroy the environment, with buildings so ugly,
yes, it is a shame,
it is a shame upon humankind,
and why, why cannot people use their minds,
why cannot they,
create much more beautiful cities,
with much more beautiful buildings,
I wish I knew,
but I can only sigh,
as the countryside disappears,
far too rapidly before my eyes.
