The Land

Why do rivers wind
the way that they do
from sky high
there's nothing but blue
geometric shapes
polygons and squares
there's a sort of beauty
flying through the air
I ponder about the creations
of this lovely land
And how much was constructed
by the hand of man
how much will change
as the future comes
the war of land and man
has become a bigger one
Will trees still grow leaves?
Will waves still crash?
Will everything be done
for the sake of cash
How will we change?
As the land changes too
Will we help fix the world
or will we just mend it with glue
as the adhesive weakens
the cracks will show
and eventually this world
will not be the one we used to know
are you willing to sacrifice
the resources you possess
or will you be a leader so that the land can rest
The land is tired
of constant manipulation
New metropolises constantly
crop up throughout the nation
but when do we have enough?
When does the supply meet the demand?
Really how much more
do we need to change the land
Take a walk through nature
open up your eyes
you'll see the world differently
a brand new surprise
I know that the world is a crazy place
With people of all jobs and passions
But don't you want to change the world
Before our resources are rationed?
I know that you can make a difference
I hope that you understand
we need to give back
before the land no longer can
Because a world with no mountains
oceans and plateaus
This land would lose its identity
There would be no place to go
What we have
don't take it for granted
Use only what you need
so that the land can manage
Descending from the sky
there's a lot that I see
Please don't change the land anymore
It's as beautiful as can be