Literature
Powerful Ode to a Concrete Brick on Grass
Oh Concrete Brick
Baked by the Sun,
Shaped by the universal
Powerhouse. Of our planet,
Of growth, of love,
Of stability. Of life.
Oh concrete brick,
Pressed upon dried grass,
Yellow and brown,
Like the mud under my soles,
And the sand by the soaring sea.
Oh concrete brick,
Made by man for a road
At the hand of a hopeless machine.
Crushed for the uselessness,
Thrown to the side,
On the bleak and broken blades
Of grass. That once housed the nature
That had conversations with the wind,
That now speaks to the sand,
Pressed under the black brick,
That became the trash of the man.
That became the trash of the man.
Wasted an