Lies an empty space Across the meadow As green as the tress As clean as the grass As busy as bees Across the meadow But lurking in a hollow log Lie angry animals Preparing for a huge attack Across the meadow The wombats and the tired moles Have dug the fertile soil The termites and the flapping birds Had destroyed the evergreen trees And even the orangutans Ate eucalyptus leaves But the now the meadow is no more The trees are gone, the ground is bare The animals have gone to homes elsewhere But soon enough the trucks come by They drop a ton of rubbish Once a home for animals and plants The meadow is now a dump Every week from 4am The rubbish trucks move in They leave the townsfolks rubbish there And off they go Across the wasteland The world that was, now gone Only memories remain