Cheesy poem for Belval

Belval

there is such a wind

there is such an orange on the trees

the trees are shaking

no people on the street

the church bells ringing

the cross hanging

my head is full of

ideas and writing

soon it will be colder

and even more windier

I'll fly on the pavement

towards my office

when I arrive and look at

this post industrial hill top

I just think of history

is what makes us see

then the green turns into Arizona

what we do to nature

to advance and run fast

to produce guns and germs

then we need to cure them

then need to produce more

there is such a wind

there is such an orange on the trees

they hang on to life

and so do I

sah