City Lungs
Laura Misch, William Arcane
memories they fall like leaves
do we walk to shed them?
forgotten ancient histories
Grandma told me legends
the city lungs are the trees
she honours and protects them
slowing down
I see
gather in the green
sharing all we've soon
for as long as we can breathe
visions of what could be
wild imaginations
emerging from the mystery
Of future generations
swim in deep time stories
circling around us
slowing down
I see
gather in the green
sharing all we've soon
for as long as we can breathe
