Remembering Her Beauty, Eulogy

I remember fitfully, Those verdant fields their Yellow brushed cotton tips, Gyrating, swirled to beauty, sighing, undulating minute blades infintesable allure wafted on those white wattle nights, even drained of sustenance it still motioned to flower as I am drawn to nigh. Jaundiced paddocks replace the suppleness of earth, where, once green strands laid like laurels on the dawn Rich red particles of death now pepper the ether, unwonted limbs litter lanes original ground now fallow Trans morphed unholy Gaia sits cackling next to Azimuth, sons of the fathers, follow the false prophets online As their hands are filled with knowledge of the world, their heads are lackluster gazing today after tomorrow Good intentions are twisted in a government mainframe, planet earth screams succour and only God is left to hear but I'll ever remember, viridescent pastures millions of miles long, breathlessly beautiful before the tech triumph life's last gasp of gorgeous