Never Will The Flowers Grow
Barren feilds of mother earth,
Devasted by mans hand,
Was once a forest filled with sound,
Now mortar, bricks and sand,
I used to play amids the trees,
And listen to the birds,
Sing a merry song at dawn,
Now engines can be heard,
The scent of bluebells on the air,
Once upon a summers sky,
Now petrol fumes stain the breeze,
That whispers to a sigh,
I wonder where the blackbirds gone,
And butterflies of June,
And if the streams I used to play,
Still shines beneath the moon,
I ponder our destructive ways,
I stand and face the truth,
Never will the flowers grow,
Alike the days of youth.
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Comments: 14
And your poem resonates, in many levels.
what people have done 'tis a shame. Reminds me of an old
song: 'They paved paradise and put up a parking lot' True!
Thank You
Just Me
Barbie