How Can I

My soul flies over hill and dales Where rainbows sit in fairy tales Butterflies dance pale blue skies A skylarks throat love it cries In open fields the grasses sway Time and breeze doth gently play A deceit of Lapwings dip and dive The glinting sun the hearts alive Shorts and nettled legs the proof The heady days of innocent youth Oh how I took those days in vain But clinging memories shall remain With heavy heart I sit and contemplate This monstrosity of an industrial estate No more paper boats on babbling brook With all the beauty that progress took Poisoned waters and toxic land Smites the palm of natures hand Adapt, adjust she will surely try Alas of me how can I