Where sparkling
waters were once blue,
And lofty trees
were all that grew,
Breathtaking,
panoramic view,
No longer there
to see.
The endless
waves of prairie grass,
That
covered acres that were vast,
But man cut
short, their life at last,
No longer there
to see.
Before man laid
his heavy hand,
Upon the bounty
of our land,
The ocean's edge
was whitest sand,
No longer there
to see.
What has man
done, in all his haste,
To forge ahead,
while laying waste,
To beauty that
we all could taste,
No longer there
to see.
Too late to
repair and replace,
To hide the
damage taking place,
Its
residue before our face,
And always there
to see.
(c)
02/22/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Forty Hour
Week
