looking up to the sun sitting under a tree
density of green in the urban jungle poetry
i count the tree
shadows reflecting the fractals of life
distrubuted more to wealth than to those in strife
i count the tree
the landscape tells the story of inequality
the landscape proves income reality
i count the tree
the bareness seen from above runs in circular spectrum
those with the least from satelite seen like brown talcum
i count the tree
those with the most have green parks and lush
the plight of the poor written in the dirt and bush
i count the tree
from above now you can see
everyone needs a flower of life sanctum
looking up to the light sitting under a tree
i count the tree