A Fable For Tommorrow

Once there was a beauty, so said a deity
Hillsides of orchards, roadsides of ferns so pretty
Of its greens, brown
and blue they said holy
Of berries, birds and butterflies they hallowed moly

Her soils bore worms, such that her robins cooed
Her harvest bountiful, such that her sparrows chirped
   And so her children's riddles
'Early birds, late birds catch worms'

Oak, marble and birch set a blaze of color
And it flickered across the backdrop of pines pallor
Then came a strange blight, but so they fiddled
But so strange that they riddled,

A fable for tommorrow.