Nature's Features Poem by vittal vandavasu

I remember it as yesterday I was with my friends
To the lake surrounded by smart oak
Where we used to have a say on life's finds
Ah! How merry those days were without these folk

I search although I know I lost it all
After twenty years it is but a wild goose chase
I lost my nature and my pals without call
Lamenting I gaze at the dull granite phase

Disappeared are those trees,
Those lakes, those moments
And those people, now I've no use of pleas
I behold in disbelief the materialistic monuments

I walk my solitary go on gravel
Heart heavy with my survival
Things that have just faded away
Alas they are so far from today

But again I spot a narrow green laid lane
It had apple trees casting their shadows
Leaves dancing with the breeze so sane,
As familiar as the past I remember those meadows

With daffodils in hands I see my friends
I wave, they wave back
We sit down on the soft grass and forget the amends
I save my woe for a trash sack

It's been so long I heave a sigh of relief
But again there's the sound of city streets
I wake from my reverie which was brief
In vain I try to beseech my meets