Epitaph of an Illinois Field
Tires crush soft green grass,
And a willow tree makes its last stand,
Its mighty branches sadly sway
In a world that replaces one with another.
A new house here, a new road there.
Buried beneath with lie the roots,
Of a tree, of a family,
Of a lifetime of green growth.
Homeless now, nature will be.
Only the win can stay,
For it knows no boundaries.
Lonely, it shifts over fresh concrete.
Wondering where went the wheat,
Looking for the birds,
Their chatter absent from a reverent sky.
The echo of commuters replaces the sound,
Natures intensity murdered.
The hum of peace gone for good,
It left besides the fox and the rabbit.
A pair made equal by progress.