green to grey

The view outside my window was once a pleasing sight,
the morning mist hung onto the trees to evade the warmth of the rising light,
the wind did whistle a tune through the branches as the leaves danced about in delight,
the grass in the meadow took on the aspect of gentle waves upon an ocean of yellow-green.
 
But this my serene picture of happiness has been erased away, my morning thrill has gone.
 
No more battles of the night time cold against the rising sun,
no more morning melody or leaves to prance,
as all my trees are gone,
the sea of grass has all dried up,
to become clay and churned up mud. 
 
The greenery is turning grey with a multitude of construction sites.
 
The urbanization swallows the Viagra of the new style housing plan,
to cope with the migrants plight,
their loss of identity is a price their willing to pay,
for communities of aliens who all live just the same.
 
Characterless communities, were no one talks,
the garden fence has become a barrier, when once a leaning gossips post,
the news reports of travesty were met with the neighbors shock,

"we lived next door for over a year, their names! I seem to have forgot"

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[Patrick]

you write with a great deal of insight. Enjoyed how you set this one up first and then brought in the main theme. Word selection is excellent, thanks for sharing