You see a designer bag.
I see a cow grazing in a soft, green pasture.

You fold an expensive tourist sweater,
I think of a rough, wooly lamb at sunrise.

You see green energy,
I pray for those poor birds' souls.

You see a company logo,
I stand at sunset watching webbed feet lead their family back to a nest.

You see a glistening high rise,
I lament our lost paradise.