Who shall remain to speak of Eden sleeping? When gone the earth, our splendid garden left of backward dreaming and all the glorious twisty tendril reaches vines to cling to life, anew the greening seasons
Alone the fields in September shades, grains of wheat and rye will not play, of fall's refraining or sing the cat birds strange meowing
Once rows and rows, the fields flowed, fed heavenly our daily bread before the GMOs
Unearthly - sick the flocks afield no bees about, the headless flowering yields all the gifts, the seeds of life cannot be found again we've decimated Eden