When Green Goes Grey

Hoarding the summer air
I pace my run down the forest path
Freedom without a care
Releases internal wrath

But something is present
Fumes familiar unnatural smell
And in pours the cement
Along with men and their chained-blades to kill

The motor roars as they cut down the trees
Down goes the home of that helpless bird
But wait this is all just a false sense of unease
As I sign in relief at the sound that I misheard

And I hope to never see the day
When green goes grey