To my dearest Yr Twos.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
But through the works of heaven,
there comes the time of man.
With time on their shoulders,
and fire on their back.
Now come the era of humans,
now come the age of tools.
Now gone is the eon of nature,
but near is the stage of the fools.
As gone is the gold of the first greens,
and gone is the earliest leafs.
As skies they show the dark clouds,
and rivers no longer clean.
Could Adam have seen this future,
could Eve have heard this tune?
Would son and daughters of Eden,
be able to decipher the rune.
The rune of ancestors knowledge,
the wisdom of elders skills.
To preserve the dawn in the day,
and save it with a seal.
May green be as gold as ever,
let sons of Adam take pride.
May nature be aglamour,
with daughters of Eve in its stride.
So in this time and era,
sons and daughters beware!
Please treat thy Eden like tresure,
the heavens will see how thee fare!
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