I heard upon the summer wind
A message come from over hill
Of sunlight left unbound, undimmed
Where all is green and birdlings trill

I wondered at why I was there
Upon the wrong side of the slope
Living beneath the streetlights’ stare
With green reduced to a fool hope

Hungered, I wished to go beyond
To look upon the rolling fields
To walk under a yellow sun
Unfettered by its smog-cloud shields

Yet I could not; bound were my feet
In lies men had constructed here
Long ere I could have chose to meet
The truths beyond, so far, so near