Another one of my poems, I called it When Plans are Laid.
She stood alone in an empty field,
Her clan is gone from this plain land
Old and battered her ancient shield,
A warrior alone in a battle ground.
She stood proud in an empty field,
Where green giants gave way to stone,
A fair maiden whose fate is sealed
As time the fairest queens dethrones.
Once she stood tall in a beautiful field,
Amidst the clans of trees and flowers,
But now she will go it was revealed,
And her place houses will devour.
A million palm trees wither and fade,
When urban developers’ plans are laid.
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