A Maternal Plea Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

In the bygone days, I held you so near,
When turquoise skies were truly clear,
And emerald valleys sparkled in the sun,
And the pristine air could hurt no one.

And aqua waters shimmered transparency,
But that was long ago, in your infancy;
When towering, lush trees grew anywhere,
While riotous blooms crowded elsewhere!

Do you recall inky nights of milky stars,
And those golden days that were once ours,
When the woods teemed, and the trees sang,
Whilst keen crickets chirped their slang?

For all I've given, I have but one plea,
And it is quite simple-do not destroy me!
And given that my fervent entreaty's done,
I return to the joy of sitting in the sun!