I walk through a jungle of concrete on my way to school,
the animals are cars and trucks honking their horns and rolling along on their tyres,
the sunlight in the jungle shines dimly through a cloud of gas.

It is poisonous gas that comes from the all the animals in the jungle,
filling what used to be a clear blue sky with thick black smoke.

I can’t imagine what used to be here before the jungle of concrete,
I can’t imagine lush green trees covering the concrete road,
and clear running streams where the dirty ditches of the concrete jungle are.

People are trying to bring back the jungle of lush green trees and clear blue water,
I don’t think they can.
We can’t stop, we can’t stop.