I love places where

the trees hang over the road
and make a canopy

a tunnel of mystery

of darkness

like entering a cave
where light is filtered
through leaves and limbs
a graceful decoration

to the blandness of the pavement

the hardness of asphalt

but then the road crews come along

and in their menacing march

whack and saw

and cut away the canopy

and turn the lane into

destruction and disgust

beauty is no more
and what was once a joy
to drive through

now looks like a bombed out area

all the gracefulness of trees

reduced to butchered sadness.