Amidst Fields of Dry

Through my eyes I see a home of old If it could speak what would I be told Would it be stories of joy or sadness and hurt Will I ever be told before it's crumbled to dirt Below a saddened sky amidst fields of dry Could this be reason as I wonder why Barren lands as the eye can see Is this the answer that's in front of me A dilapidated fence with wire of old No more are the beasts that were in safety hold Hedgerows so brittle in decaying cascade Here nature has spoken with her typical tirade Through my eyes I see a home of old If it could speak what would I be told Death is never lasting as I look to my right For a greened tree prospers, it gives me light http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-17.php