On A Hill!

On a hill that lonely beech tree stands

silently swaying always surveying.

gazing down on town and country lands

of countless changes and shrinking size

so much has happened since it has stood

undisturbed growing so gracefully

buildings creeping nearer it’s not good

now our air is far more polluted

with an unobstructed view no less

it has seen many phases of  life around

a distant train echoes through the stillness

as it moves swiftly homeward bound

early morning mist from the valley

covers the motorway that scars the land

man’s mission to destroy natures tally

rising toxic fumes and roaring traffic sounds

neutral of  human ways unable to escape

generations move on we all come and go

the tree remains keeping its shape

as the world changes rapidly all around!

How much longer before it’s destruction?

The Foureyed Poet.