engine noises drown out bird song
and smell of exhaust covers scent
of wildflowers. Where we meant
to live our lives within a throng
and never to spend time along
the edge of a burbling stream
and enjoy the peace? Should we dream
of concrete and tar, or are we
meant for more? Don’t let nature be
just what’s seen in a sidewalk seam
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for dVerse, the prompt is to write a Décima. For NaPoWriMo, the prompt is to write something for Earth Day. This fits both bills