A Perfect Stream

A perfect stream, It is green, It is quiet, It is fake. I look up at the buildings, Towering above beyond, Covering the skies in waste. Nothing here is real. Nearby in the bustle, The cacaphony of people, They idly wander by, Completely oblivious to reality. Now I think; Of the pyramids, the Parthenon, Of the great wall of China. Nothing real is fake. I look back down and see, A quiet place, Full of green, A perfect stream.