October 9, 2019
The flora, fauna, pure and fair,
Their rad’iant beauty none compare.
This garden e’er since Eden reigns
No more alike shall come again.
The creatures high and low observe
That all of which should we preserve
The seeds we plant, the creatures nursed,
Will grow in land to soon be cursed.
In forests now do fires burn
The human race may never learn
Now everywhere do buildings stand,
So trees and plants have left the land.