All Day On The Highway

All day on the highway that leads to the big town The cars and the trucks keep buzzing up and down I long for the sunlit place of many trees Where the songs of the birds are carrying in the breeze The flute of the shrike thrush I fancy I hear In the quiet of the morning melodious and clear Amongst the smell of pollution and the traffic noise Of such a pleasant thing 'tis nice to visualize Many billions of people in the World of today Far too many of our kind it does seem that way Where many trucks and cars are driven noise and carbon release Five miles south of here there is clean air and peace In the sun of mid morning the shrike thrush does sing Just thinking of such beauty joy to me does bring.