Hearth before earth

Look to the East
Look to the West
And you will see houses,
Where once green pastures lay
and verdant fields undisturbed
dormant in joyful virginity.
Now rudely roused and churned awake
to make room for mortal plans
ignorant to the murmurs of yore,
When the wind whispered
and only the grasses and trees replied.
Cast your gaze upon industry
and weep if you have Elven sense,
as hearth ploughs through the heart of soil
for the bond with earth is now broken.