Crawling in the ochre winds beyond the half-moon sun,
hazel feathers rustle; tussle in the inner city zephyrs.
Infintesmally their eyes peer at a scab upon the earth;
our buildings scar the ground in a message giving birth
to a symbol of our power, our corruption and our greed.
How green the seas around us sway, polluted by our needs.
Infintesmally their beady eyes peer, upon the rock and sway.