Acrostic 1

About this time some years ago
Before the fields were red
Children played and grew in life
Daring not the future's stead
Every mountain valley played
Fields of green were filled with shade
Gold was but a thought and glimmer
Heaps of dust for pans to simmer
Interims besought the nations
Just as time brought tribulations
Kindness of the pure surmise
Love is true as lightened eyes
Mighty waves rolled by the Spirit  
Neither fool nor wise did fear it
On that day the children knew
Precious was that gift for you
Quietly she strummed her lyre
"Retribution isn't higher"
Still that peace belayed the young
Truly, truly, peace has sung
Underneath the things we see
Virtue sings for you and me
Watch, I say, and listen clear
Xylems sap the far and near
Zeal for thee is rife with cheer