Even the birds will sing rave songs

Tiles on the sidewalk surround the tree that stands proudly on the edge He's working on his knees and his radio blasts the silence to pieces Things like this do disturb me I love to listen to the sounds that belong to my surroundings The man with the radio isn't one of them Because I know after this Even the birds will sing rave songs I don't ask many favors and I can't stay untouched by the hands of time I saw them come The cars, the planes, the TV sets The satellites, the microwaves And I wonder where it will stop Because I know after this Even the birds will sing rave songs My children and theirs Will they be able to enjoy the sun? Will they be able to hear the sigh of the wind?