The sanctuary from my childhood dream
             Where we used to run along the bush tracks
             Then the noise came, an unmistakable rumble
             Clearing away all that was of my childhood,
             Hopes, dreams, feelings that were let go
             Piece by piece as the land was cleared.
             However, the reflection turned out to be a warning
             Then they are clotted all over until
             They fill the hillside taking it over.
             Even one piece of grass can be seen,
             The ugliness of the rooves nearly touching
             Sickens me so much I can't bear.
             But there is brightness holding hope
             That look heavenly when the son shines bright
             ...