The Sky Is Sacred?

He sat alone, wondering if the sky would ever become full of high rises
He looked down below and could see the whole city
Twas dominated by machinery and in between were grey buildings

Where were all the fields, the parks and the grass
Whatever happened to all that once lived?
For now there was no land, no play park and no escape
For he was stuck in his flat, just wishing for some land

Would the sky become tainted
By the hand of the man
Where would they not build, where would they not plan
Because all that he saw, was man made and grim
He wished for a view, full of fresh flowers and oceans to swim in.