Sunlight shimmers through leaves of jade
dew encompasses every blade.
Through Winter's shrill and Summer's moan
one might wonder just how they've grown.
I often ponder why we trade
such leaves of green for gold and stone.
The forest speaks and man pervades
searching for a deceitful throne.
They may find it some awful day
when the sky's black and the world's gray.
"Innovations", they seem so bleak
in the end, we'll see what we seek.
Riches unbeknownst to mankind
now it's air that we cannot find.
Through rubbled plains and cities ash
man will miss how they all once laughed.