The Loss of Sawgrass, and the Grief of the Glade

Where has the sawgrass gone!
Where have the reeds and the Spanish moss! 
When did the crickets cease their song? 
When did the mockingbird lose its call?

Where have the rivers and pastures gone?
Why have they been replaced by road and lawn?

Their time has passed, like a river’s flow.
Their song has ended, as all songs do.

Though their absence brings us low.
In our memory, They yet still show.

In our hearts, the sawgrass still grows, as do the reeds and the Spanish moss! 
The crickets and mockingbirds continue to sing.
The sound of cicadas in pastures still ring!
And the sun still sets on a placid river.