Hour 11
Monotonous grey buildings everywhere
Can’t walk without bumping into others
Living our same mechanical lives
Same routine, same ugly views
Yearning for some green views
For the glimpse of a flowing river
To walk under tall trees
Here even the plants are artificial
Lungs filled with polluted air
Stomach filled with junk food
Mind filled with insecurities
This concrete jungle is eating us inside out
I can feel the longing for nature and the country in this poem. Nothing like an escape to the country away from the concrete! Nice job!