Lament

Lament the Earth that was
Before all turned to dust
When green fields met sky of blue
With golden skies at dusk

When birds called across the sky
And flew from branch to nest
White fur below, the rodents ran
Keeping what was best

Those days are gone, hidden away
From time of turmoil and war
Since then there are no nests to find
No birds, so what are they for

Now all is dust
No green to be found
No life remains
Not hare, nor hound

Except where hidden
Kept safe and secure
In bunkers deep and lost
Some life endures