Here's to the greenery of heaven sent scenery

Devoid of Man's cold grey cement.

Here's to the fields and trees 

Putting our minds at ease

Each in the way Nature meant.

 

Here's to the will of Man holding back when it can,

Knowing there's too much to lose;

Here's to those other days

Before the traffic haze

That comes with the cars in their queues.

 

Here's to our children's hours spent in a field of flowers,

Free from the bulldozer's jaw;

Here's to a human sense

Telling us that pounds and pence

Can mean less in our lives and not more!

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