Morning comes, yet no sweet melody greets the ear
The cheerful lark sings in a world of the distant past
Instead, the whoosh of cars and an occasional honking blast
form the only cacophony one can hear
Morning comes, yet no dazzling sunrise lights the dull pier
Instead, the waves of smoky smog work fast
Smothering warm rays and shrouding the city in a dark cast
Filling the water with poison, stealing its clarity and sheer
Nature stands no chance against its industrial foe
Its oceans may flood and its winds may blow
But such calamities will matter not
when toxic wastes make the sea inhospitable
and deleterious fumes render the air irrespirable
For if nature loses, mankind will be the one inextricably caught