Do you remember the golden waves of grass that danced with the wind?
Remember the times where that large empty field was home to our childish minds.
It was a place where we played with our demons and let our secrets roam free.
This golden sea of our childhood dreams gone, left with our innocence to rot with the moutains of trash that surround it.
No longer do children run through here, no only rats. Lies, and maybe the occasional rabid jackrabbit.