Covered in ivy and silence
The City of London lies still,
Only the flow of the river
And seabirds which circle at will.
Buried in ruins and rubble,
The dust and the brick and the bone
The City and those who loved her
Eternally made into one.
But Nature creeps back into London
Her pavements are covered in green,
Grasses are dancing in triumph
Where once the proud buildings had been -
And the river smells new with the morning,
Nameless, with no one to see,
It carries the last of its debris
And buries it deep in the sea.
