I think I shall never see
A sad poem about a parking lot made by Mr. Sy.
A parking lot whose chilly basement is pressed
Against Baguio’s once abundant pine tree crest.
A parking lot that looks at the mall all day;
And waits for cars of shoppers who pay.
A parking lot that covers people in Summer wear;
A nest of evicted bird species in its lair.
Upon its concrete levels Baguio’s cold has lain;
Insensitive of the dead forest’s pain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only greedy men can uproot hundreds of pine tree.
Credit: Poem derived from ‘Trees’ by Joyce Kilmer.
Photo derived from http://www.freephotosbank.com
Mood: 1/10 Honks! (Monday and WE are home.)