Old times filled with crisp green meadows,
Have now slipped into the shadows,
Shadows of our desire's past,
Now all, try to live fast.
Fast gone are the peaceful times,
Filled with serenity and nature's peaceful rhymes.
Rhymes once voiced, now die as a distant echo.
As nature's purity is let go.
Go away from the green grass
Traded in for an empire of steel and glass.
Glass, so lifeless and cold,
A lifeless empire is the story now told.