Now for something completely different:

This is much different than my usual poetry; and it needs some work still I think, but I thought I'd share this oddity with you all anyways:

-Growing-
   alone in its garden of
-Concrete-
   knowledge that it brings a peace
   that no one can
-Refuse-
   scattered about the ground.
   Cups, butts, plastic
-Wrapping-
   the world in its leaves.
   And the cars go
-Driving-
   against the wind,
   branches whipping the sky of
-Steel-
   buildings of this forest.
   Buildings and a tree
-Growing-