Big Rig

There is a sphere of burning tar, it's all around

Everyone in this godforsaken English town

I wash away its filthy residue each day

But like a mould it grows, ensuring our decay

I plant a seed and wait to see what will become

Of routine watering and the magic of the sun

This is

How we survive

There stands a tree as tall as me, but twice as old

At times it withers, but come spring, it soldiers on

A kindly soul started its journey before me

I guess this shows the importance of legacy

Still, every day, I feel bad energies are here

But little signs of life make matters easier

This is

How we survive

Before we go

Here, we will leave fragments of hope