Green Lands Poem by micheal udenyi

I have watched the sun rise and set on many morns and eves
its orange display would hold me captive
blissful breeze emanating from surrounding trees
quite clean, blows tenderly and never throws sand on me

Yet timber farmers murdered them all for wood
once proud tall trees green with life and food
ere its greying into old age
now unwillingly bows to the axe-men's rage

Once was a time i never got tired of beholding the landscape
beautiful escapment from high mountains i used to gape
the heights and surface of the hills, valleys and planes
the rocks calling up images to my mind yet so plain

It's endless ability to provide frsh viewing pleasure
aided and abatted me in times of pressure
the very sight of the land lures me for i can feel
it pulling me with an awesome and Edenic appeal

Delightful leisures i used to spend in pools found in brookand
disheartening enough industrialisation all overtook
and so at the expence of these greenland vegetation
brooks and pools and my young trees faced massive deforestation

Today so much is being said of ''green revolution''
a solution for global warming and an absolution
even though nature could be blamed as accused
yet man remains eternally guilty of natures abuse