A place of beauty died today--I shed my useless tears
Over my lack of awareness, that's held me back for years.
My spirit tells me don't regret, what could or might have been,
But still my shame weighs heavily from all the death I've seen
I used to wander aimlessly, among trees and flowers there
And many times, there, I found my peace, which was illusive and oh
It wasn't much to the physical eye, but my spirit knew its' worth
And every spring would find my there, sharing in its' rebirth.
Now majestic trees lay broken, torn from their mother's loving grasp.
--No one could look upon this horror and not be forced to gasp.
Mounds of earth have choked the plants and the little swamp now dies
Man chose in greed to build more homes---and I heard all nature's
I shed tears of sorrow for the dying--and tears of shame for the murdering living.
Who committed this crime against a mother so giving.
The dying cries they haunt me and fill my soul with pain....
....My heart breaks with the knowing----I cannot go there again.