The waking city

The city was waking from dawn

As morning mist drifted through the sky 

People gave their big, sleepy yawns 

The sun rose slowly high

Grey smoke billowing through chimneys 

Grey, choking people with dust and heat

Red fire crackling, tearing trees 

Red, swallowing anything into its greedy

Brown piles of trunks singing a desperate tune 

Brown, soon, all chopped clean and doomed

Black coal tumbling through the channels 

Black oil burst out of field and won the eternal battle

Years pass and protesters call

Raising voices for the land

Filling pastures like the dancing halls

Cantata was tuned hand in hand

The city was waking from dawn

As morning mist drifted through the sky 

People open their big sleepy eyes

The sun shines brightly high