TAKEN- Poetry

Once a field of green, lush and wonderful;

Now, a stretch of asphalt.

Once trees climbed to the lowest cloud;

Now, a chain-link fence.

Once a stream branched in several spots;

Now a cement ditch.

Once sky blue and clear;

Now air brown as dirt.

Once we played outside;

Now, everyone confined in the house.

Once we reverenced Mother Nature;

Now, electronics is our God.