A Guru's disappearing Wetland - A Poem

In the land of the Guru,

People sell off their wetlands for money,

If he were to live again, how angry he'd be!

Dawn approaches - a herder drives

His flock to pastures (green?) even as

 The two click a shrinking lake.

Have we forgotten lessons

Of yore, to save and conserve, ponds

And lakes for dry times?

But a golden greed does

Drive away, eyes, from shrinking lakes

And rearing concrete structures!

Ugly concrete blocks,

Stand, dark, empty; haunted with souls

Of displaced trees and birds.

And each day he wakes,

And finds less water, to drink! Alas,

 He sold the pond for shekels!

For this poem a tribute is
To a Garden of Eden that once was,
Where Man drove himself out.

Sights such as these
Will but dreamy memories please,
Even as the desert advances.