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Description
Green greens, waving in the wind,
like waves caressing sandy beaches.
The block housing, although dull,
seem to fit in with their vibrant conterpart.

The sky, a sea of fluffy white ships.
I can't help but imagine an anchor,
a bolt of lightning, being lowered onto the sky-bed,
a rain of sailors, diving for treasure.

There stands a signal tower, up on the hill,
poking inquisitively out from the forest.
It's framework brings to mind strangler vines,
its victim already defeated, already rotted away.

All this, is one way to look at it.
Others may believe they are eye-sores,
blemishes on nature's beautiful face.
But it is as it is, and to go back,
would be suicide.

Description
Green greens, waving in the wind,
like waves caressing sandy beaches.
The block housing, although dull,
seem to fit in with their vibrant conterpart.

The sky, a sea of fluffy white ships.
I can't help but imagine an anchor,
a bolt of lightning, being lowered onto the sky-bed,
a rain of sailors, diving for treasure.

There stands a signal tower, up on the hill,
poking inquisitively out from the forest.
It's framework brings to mind strangler vines,
its victim already defeated, already rotted away.

All this, is one way to look at it.
Others may believe they are eye-sores,
blemishes on nature's beautiful face.
But it is as it is, and to go back,
would be suicide.