Industrial buildings
made of brick,
soon forgotten
rather quick.
Lasts for maybe
fifty years,
then nothing left
'cept souvenirs.
A concrete field
within the valley,
laying dormant
till world's finale.
* * * * *
No more smoke stacks
will there be,
just old decrepit
factory debris.
I long for the time
with no more tears,
though working hard
for a thousand years.
Then we'll produce
full Earthy yields
and restore God's
beautiful grassy fields.
J.A.Scott
