There was a path ...

There was a path over the canal. One day, excavators and bulldozers drove onto my favorite picturesque, empty path along the canal. 

They cut down my friends - the old trees. They destroyed the bushes, depriving birds and beavers of their homes. 

The soothing shade disappeared, and hot concrete took its place.

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