This Earth's Tiny Plot

Oh’ how rolls that deep blue sea What tales it could tell you and me Its constant rolling, its breaking spray In the moonlight at the end of the day. Oh’ land what changes you have seen Your woods and rolling hills of green. Land under the plough being tilled By farmers who, strong willed Rotate their crops in all seasons Their year dictated by all reason. Fields harvested now industrialised That farming now is marginalised. Settlements aeons now passed Middle age villages now grassed. They melted in the mist of time Lives lived through ages rhyme. Of the future what tales will tell And what ideas will they sell To future generations to blot Upon this earths tiny plot.