What inspired me to write this poem was the sight of a little girl at Botanical Gardens happily plucking the flowers off a plant. It may be deemed as merely an act of pure child innocence, but nevertheless, it reflects the greedy, selfish side of human nature. Hence, this poem is a lamentation on what is becoming of our physical world. Once perfect, but most is gone, due to man’s materialistic ways towards modernisation. Should we recall nature in its splendor, will man then put a stop to his destructive activities and restore its untainted beauty?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them, every one.
Those splashes of red like crimson wine,
Could they have beheld such enchanting divine?
Once there were green fields,
Kissed by the sun.
Once there were valleys,
Where rivers used to run.
Once there were blue skies,
With white clouds high above
But once; formerly; dated; forgotten
Are they all just bygones?
Did we move too fast?
For the glow of nature to last.
The trees spread out in the rhythmic breeze,
The wind rustles the mid-afternoon leaves.
In all her untainted beauty,
Tarry we should pause to coddle and caress
To see the magnificence she could,
Should have
And once,
Possessed.
For she was wider,
Wider than Victoria’s lake
For she was taller,
Taller than the Empire State
Glory, grace and perfecting grandeur
Were once all said that was of nature.
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then won’t you turn back and follow.
Sophia Chew
TA 2E06
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