Written by Jenny Graver
The city is full of people,
the people are moving around.
You can see they are firmly settled,
their feet are deep in the ground.
But permeating the towering buildings
is a longing, in mourning and green.
It hints of the rustle of summer's leaves,
in a forest that's never seen.
There's a forest inside of the city,
it's a secret known but to a few.
The soul of the land will never die,
no matter what we can do.
(c)1998 - Jenny Graver.