Deep in the verdant fields of satin promises, lies the anthem of progress. Progress dressed in green, ironically.
The factory hums in melodies of chlorophyll, a mournful requiem repeating its tale of stainless steel forests.
Looping once more: "Our pipe dreams are eco-friendly", squeaks the turning cog as it bites infinity.
Have you heard the fresh sound of environmental profit?
Did you witness the pollen dollars streaming through greener pastures of commercial wisdom?
Greenwashing—the verdant paint for tarnished halos.
When the grass whispers of autopilot commuting, carbon footprints inscribe new limericks.
In another chromatic echo, perhaps, the grass sings of technicolor markets.
The cycle begins anew: embracing & renouncing the undying leaf entwined with corporate vines.