Nature Has No Say

There was a time When I traveled On the road I counted on my way Trees of one kind And on my way back Counted another kind It was always a delight Seeing all trees Green and dense In varied hues A beautiful hill was A touching highlight. My travel remained A part of my life But the surrounding Scenery kept on changing The road was broadened Cast in concrete Trees disappeared One after the other Houses and buildings Appeared in their place The hill was all dug up For its earth and gravel. Life turns out to be Mechanical as we see Nature has no say In development today.