Where are the virgin woods of my youth?
Their wild honeysuckle and playful vine?
Their sycamore, maple, oak, and sweet pine?
Where are the emerald forests I once knew?
Their delicate leaves and dying logs?
Their tender toadstools and little frogs?
Where are the fairy bogs of my youth?
Their water nymphs and weeping willows?
Their snaking ivy and pixie pillows?
Where are the secret swamps I once knew?
Their sinking pebbles and blackened mud?
Their newts and many-a hyacinth bud?