It may be aliveOr perhaps it could be deadLet us look and see
Politicians say“trust us we know what to do”,you must be joking!
Listen can you hear,deep in that lonely foresta new tree grows.
Sun shines and rain falls,noisy jets fly overheadhere in Treaddur Bay
Across Telford’s bridgeOver land where druids roamedThe autumn sun sets
Some roses are redand so also is ketchup,but what is redness
Swallows wheel and dive,high in the cloud-puffed sky,going away soon.
