Calypso Jungle...

Crowded skies of belying lies Climbing cumulus silently flies Over the azure sea above me An endless blue unknowingly free Below the beauty is a scrambling race Thousands moving without a face Running around with things to do The importance is low for me and you A forest of concrete stands all around Without a clue of the decibel sound Pollution and rubbish consumers make Yet all of it is so obviously fake Do we know to the mother earths end We speed up the cancerous message we send 'I' need this and 'I' need that When all we do is get really fat Nature always will have the last say In this world we cannot forever stay Above I hear from the skies a rumble And it's terminal, .. for this calypso jungle...