Night was the faded negative <br />Rummaged from a family album <br />Trees were the elegant gymnasts <br />Petrified in a moment of time <br />From vast tracts of virgin land <br />Covered by woolly brush <br />And ponds gasping for oxygen <br />Came the hauntingly familiar <br />Nocturnal sounds <br />Which are sadly vanishing <br />In an urban quagmire<br /><br />leonard daranjo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-urban-phenomena/
