The Place's Slow Change

once the rocky hills were beautiful With full of bushes and wild flowering plants Remembering the wild flowers with different colour They stood us to greet in winter mornings Drops of icy water covered in faces They looked beautiful and enchanting The bees were given a fair treat of honey They flew when we crossed the pathways Well understanding the human intervention And imminent danger sometimes unexpected Sudden appearance of wild hares for a second And their jumps and running skills remembering Nicety of life is joy and entertainment The hares amused well in natures care A stone throw was sufficient to hide in wild Things are only the past and gone forever Hills are inhabited by humans well Slowly the place is a steady growth of homes.