There is a house now far away,
Where once my mother played her games,
Where the pretty little flutter fellows,
Clothed in wings of pink and yellow,
Danced along to her silly tunes,
And drove away those teenage blues!

“Mother, mother!” I cried out loud,
Do what you’ve long, long vowed,
Take me to this magical place,
“And let me feel nature’s tight embrace.”
“Soon, my darling,” she replied
Her eyes twinkling with a smile.
“Soon,” I told my eager self
“I too shall see this place divine!”

There is a house now far away,
Where once my mother played her games,
Where the pond was always clear as day,
And the trees danced around in a gentle sway,
Where my mother’s mother would bake a cake
And the family picnicked ‘neath the shade…

And so my days I spent like this,
Thriving on mother’s childhood bliss.
Until at last came the day
When she took me there…
Oh, the once joyous, now dark day of despair.
For this little world all clothed in green,
Was nothing but a pipe dream;
Where once the trees had kissed the sky,
There now stretched long, lank electric lines.

There is a house now far away,
Where once my mother played her games,
But now was gone the gushing stream,
And the swishing, dancing trees;
Gone the whispers of those sacred woods,
Gone the days when time still stood.

Green trees supplanted by tainted paper,
Has the sacrifice been worth this plunder?
The world that we to the next generation bequeath.
Will it merely be one of dead concrete?
As the world marches to the drums of progress,
Must the casualty be nature’s regress?
For every tree that must meet its end,
Can’t we plant a few more in its stead?

For we simply cannot wash off our hands
When God has put the earth’s welfare at our command.
Will it be a brighter, greener world tomorrow,
Or will it be nature’s final death blow?
The answer lies well within our reach,
When we gear up and practice what we preach.

There is a house now far away,
Where once my mother played her games