Machines don't need air

• Peter Harding, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

I can feel the grass beneath my feet,
as I hear the birds go tweet, tweet, tweet.
The ants are crawling on the ground,
without making a single sound.
The howling winds sure are clear,
just listen carefully and you might hear.
The sound of crows when they squawk,
hear them next time you go for a walk.
But the singing crickets will sing no more,
because the tall tree will be replaced by doors.
Say good-bye to the frogs and toads,
because their homes will be replaced by roads.
Nature as we know it will come to an end,
back to life when life began.
But not for human, no not at all,
but for machine standing high and tall.