Black Smoke   Colorado morning, flowers are in bloom Sun is kissing earth and their wind is sweet perfume Just come down the mountain, senses are alive Meadowlarks, springtime pines, reflections fill my eyes And too I love the dark gray days, when shadows disappear But unnatural dark, clouds the heart, it’s not rain that I hear Black smoke, black smoke, black smoke is coming down Black smoke displacing life’s true needs as it settles on the ground Black smoke, black smoke, black smoke is now the air To the left and to the right, black smoke is everywhere Sniffing gas gives new meaning to Rocky Mountain High Jump aboard the magic bus, my mind goes on a ride Down the pipe, implode then squeeze, next a waiting place Tanker truck, refinery, a million years of waste Say high to a dinosaur, sleeping on some ferns Off the bus, back in the cloud, wish I was a bird Chorus What would Mr. Diesel think of his peanut oil machine Corporate and political greed might bring him to his knees It seems in life we have a choice, hope or despair and die I hope that green replaces black and we bio for a while Paradigm is what we need, and not two nickels worth A shift in mind and just in time, there’s still a lot of ferns Black smoke . . .