Buzzing cars rolling past the silent fields,

Much serenity disturbed by the banter.

Nature in its most artificial means, beauty

to an average folk, but more disturbance to few.

Fertilizer, chemicals, and lack of indigenous creation,

all littering the earth with such distaste.

For the earth to be natural, it must be groomed and

cut like a dog, or embraced as is?

Opinions of true beauty cause for dismay;

the nature has great taste of its own.

wind flowing freely without any use of wind turbines,

without the thought of airplanes.

Days without technology, a dreadful thought,

or an ideal to be sought?

Life lives on, some things never change;

the noise lives on,

disturbing all.