In A Lost Land

In a lost land, far down the river valley, there were trees of pink Mimosa, apple, plum, and yellow clover. And in that land, most every tree and brier bore sweetest fruit. The woods were alive with magic. And there were streams, that rushed with fish, flowing like ribbons from the hills. Children laughed where a tree house stood, a frail defense of last resort from tyranny and chores. We did not know of death or war and all the other mortal scars or why our father worried so. I can't go back for it is much too far away. I can't go back and so I weep for treasure time can never keep.