Lost Heaven

In a nest was a baby sparrow His mother had gone for food worms Of his open beak was a show Of his first love in different forms Cats lurked; too young to fly away To venture in the wild and heartless Mother came to chase them away Much like his face his love was faceless From the green boughs sparrow songs came Of much food and joy he dreamt on land Heavenly love would be the same When he grew up and flew in his band But when he first flew above trees Billowing smoke spoiled the air he breathed Drought killed the worms on which he'd feed Pesticides poisoned beetles and bees He and I shared the same green place Cheerfully in our poem and song Our tune and rhyming were the same But our love songs would not last long Disease and nasty pollution Are making the world wild and unsafe Nature and man in destruction Are causing loss to our landscape Decline in blosoms for the bee Fall in Nature's fragrance are rising Among those that weep is Beauty The young sparrow's grief is still growing The mango tree provided us Shade in summer heat and secret roost Now smoky vehicles choke us For asthama and cancer to boost