A hundred years ago,perhaps more,
And music filled the air as ne’er before:
Field and forest with wildlife was replete;
Meant birds sang in melodies sweet,
Badgers and foxes made the land their home
Rabbits in the meadows did freely roam.
Today, those once commonplace scenes
Seem like fairy tales or fanciful dreams.
The trees once echoed a melodic refrain,
But now, alas, they echo rarely again,
For, ‘mid those boughs, naked and bare,
A strange, eerie silence does dwell there.
The chaffinch and robin and jenny-wren
Now populate in numbers less than ten;
Thus, in a corner of England’s countryside
Many of these families have died.
Man, soon abandoned the plough
Making great use of technical ‘know how’.
With noble intentions he set to his task,
But now, what is seen behind the mask?
Expressions of greed all over his face
Where once there was not a single trace.
African’s by the millions die –
All Man can do is breathe a sigh.
Yet,what do we see in the affluent West
Food ‘Mountains’ growing without any rest!
All this wanton abuse of Man’s power
Move creatures closer to their dying hour.
True, sone fields are bursting with corn,
But mice are dying just as they're born.
Man's efforts produce vast fields of gold,
But, the toll of destruction will unfold:
Some fields are as quiet as the grave –
A sad monument of how Man does behave.
Fields no longer bear precious fruit,
And trees are poisoned down to the root.
Even the cycle of the ecological structure
Has gained many a serious rupture
Like ripples on the surface of a lake
Touches our lives in the path of its wake.
