Land of my birth

How I wander in this vast land,
in my younger days running and laughing around.
Always making a stop down the bend,
to savor the beauty of the land of my birth.

Now, i see them no more.
Grassland aplenty before.
Stones and blocks built to stay,
in the land where I used to play.

I wonder now while I foresee
of what will come of us one day;
if all will be covered with stones and blocks,
where am I going to feed my flocks?

Where will my flowers grow,
and the beauty that goes with it too.
What about the green grass and trees,
No fruits will be there for the rest.

In the morning will I miss,
the fresh air all love to breath.
And what about the early morning mist,
that cures the roses of its dryness.

Imagine the birds that fly,
hear them sing when they come by;
Where will they go to rest,
and how can they find their nest?

And the bees, oh no, the bees,
not to mention the butterflies, oh yes;
Think of them when flowers are gone,
Think and think of the once vast land.