From Green To Brown

I see the fields before me being turned from green to brown And the trees which lie with each leaf with a frown, 'What sin have we committed' as if they speak Along with the left ones standing like thin sticks. Like deep cuts- the deep reels as if they seem - Like slicing off from a cake it's cream. In heaps they lie resembling the slaughter And it hath tirned wry the earth's laughter. What's the colour of earth,it doth appear from moon, Whatever it be its into change eftsoons, Bellows are riding above the land - Without the greenness the land is nothing but sand. With the wind thee wrap us in thy lap;Oh!Nature massive - I regret on part of those who make the process passive.