Concrete Wilt

[Intro] (whistling) [Verse] Glass giants cast a quiet plea, A murmur lost in the urban sea. Rooted deep where no waters flow, Dreams of green in the city's shadow. [Verse 2] A pane's gaze meets a verdant sigh, Where metal birds in smog do fly. A thought of green in the concrete sprawl, A silent verse in the city's call. [Verse 3] Flickering lights, a sterile hold, Mirrored on leaves, a story untold. In the rush, a hue misplaced, A yearning for a forgotten grace. [Verse 4] Amidst the stone, a lone refrain, A sentinel in the chrome domain. Reaching out to the veiled sky, A quiet stand 'gainst the city's cry. [Verse 5] Whispers of grey, a withering form, Battling the storm of urban norm. Its green heart beats slow and weary, In the silence, it stands dreary. [Verse 6] A sentinel's fall, in quiet decay, The grey consumes the green away. A slow surrender to the encroach, A silent witness to the city's approach. [Verse 7] Rain-kissed leaves, a fading song, Echoes of seasons, now far and long. Concrete tendrils grasp its limbs, Whispers of memories, lost in dim. [Verse 8] Wind-worn bark, a wrinkled plea, Tales of resilience, etched silently. Roots cling, seeking solace below, Yearning for skies, they used to know. [Verse 9] Sunset hues, a fleeting grace, Painted on leaves, a fragile embrace. Silent symphony, branches sway, Invisible tears, as night turns to day.