Once this land was swathed in forests dark and knowing Every acre was crawling with life from soil to treetop Now you marvel at quaint country roads spotting a thrush or a lone fox Without knowing what is lost, and may never be regained.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Once this land was swathed in forests dark and knowing Every acre was crawling with life from soil to treetop Now you marvel at quaint country roads spotting a thrush or a lone fox Without knowing what is lost, and may never be regained.