Return me....

Once there were birds,
There were joyful kites,
But now only the flying crows,
And black clouds of storm,

Once poets loose their minds,
A lot of poems written 'bout her,
But now It is hard to find her,
Blue is stolen by smokes and fumes,

Ambitions rising higher and higher,
Grabbed her all softness and calmness,
Solid structures are threatening her,
Civilization has hijacked her beauty.

We are drawing the black spots,
She is now captured in old portrait,
How can I feel the aristocracy of beauty?
Who will return us the cool blue sky?

Leave her with all her prides,
Let the boys to see her vastness,
Let the bird to fly in her heart,
Return us the cradle of blue sky....