Once there was a beauty, so said a deity
Hillsides of orchards, roadsides of ferns so pretty
Of its greens, blacks and whites they said holy
Of berries, birds and butterflies they hallowed moly
Her soils bore worms, such that her birds cooed
Her harvest bountiful, such that her birds 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
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