Think about it.

When the sky meets the sea,

we see a line that separates them.

When the people come to see,

there's a door that blocks them.

But when we understand to feel,

what beauty is, with a squeal,

the light begins to glow

and the colors starts to show.

But its always too late,

as we realize the mistake.

And our kids wont know

that there is more to be at awe.

"Why, when we grow the city

its the beauty that's gone?"

They would ask us with pity,

as we leave them to stand there, all alone.