Fresh Air!

The air once so fresh and scented,
Of the grass and trees so green;
Has today become so polluted,
That the grass n trees cant be seen.

The need for place to build homes,
Means the cutting of a million trees;
And placing of concrete blocks called houses,
Oh! when will this cruelty cease!

My grandfather used to sit on the porch,
In his ever so old rocking chair;
He never had to go looking,
To get a whiff of the fresh scented air.

Times have changed a plenty,
And though the old porch is still there;
Down the road to the local park,
My father used to go for fresh air.

The changes a plenty have gone on,
The need for advancement, a race;
No longer does the porch exist,
There are apartments all over the place.

Nowadays I have to take a week off,
A week off from my daily grind;
To search and find fresh air,
To rejuvenate my lungs and mind.

So while we here in this world,
Lets try to stop polluting the air;
So like my grandfather and father,
We can enjoy fresh air anywhere.