Precautionary tale

I met a pilgrim at forgotten land
Whose saddened frown could be seen in their gaze
They spoke as they walked on these hardened sands
"The promised future is now in the haze.
Only the resentful would understand."
As they turned away, perhaps now allayed

I come towards the eldened promised sight
A deluded paradise I might see
With the green grass and autumn leaves in flight,
Megaliths amidst the flora unfree
Behold glory, alas there was a plight
Now it's nothing, there was a guarantee

Now all that's left is a desolate land
Only a stalk-like stick, lost all alone
And the howling dry gust with grains of sand
Buildings crumbling to dust, just like old Rome
Nature is taking back the misused land
I turn away from my archaic home