Louisiana Bayou Spanish Moss

Louisiana Bayou Spanish Moss So pretty Hanging from the cypress trees It grows without showing its age Never dying it controls the bayou Hiding nest of the most beautiful birds It has been home for countless generations Silver grey by the light of day It casts ghostly shadows by the light of the moon Dreamers and poets write of its beauty Others write of the terror in brings It is a citizen of an ever shrinking ecosystem Vital to the world around it It is bound to die as the bayou shrinks around it Does it matter to man? No, but it does to millions of bayou animals The ones who count on it for life The others who use it for shelter Where will they go?