can you help me rewrite this poem

In a clamor of city streets,
I hear the drone of engines bleed,
concrete forests and steel creeks,
Disconnected from all we came

Neon lights, artificial glow,
Flashing and flickering as winter's wind blows,
Where nature’s green once touched the soul,
Now left dull in all we’ve sowed

This city, raptured souls,
rushed and hushed, yet never enough ,
Faces pass, unseen, unknown,
String broke from our entwined souls

Once were gardens, now are screens,
Where flowers bloomed, adverts wither,
Each breath of smog a testament,
To what we brought

Cement minds sink us in isolation,
A sea of lost travelers,
Eyes downcast, lost in digital waves
The heart aches to be saved

In the march of progress, who remembers,
The simple joys of unspoiled earth?
Traded connection for convenience,
In the shadow of our mislead

In the chaos of an urban spring,
comes a gluttony, all but foreseen,
What have we done to our spirits,
Can we hear it, can we clear it?

Muffled whispers lost in thought,
A call to remember what we sought,
Fought and lost,
The cost of our faults