Then and Now

The cool waters of the stream Whistling down the dark valley Birds singing morning glory in their melodious tunes Monkeys doing a jig to the beats Trees whispering slowly to each other That is the morning of back then Flowers smiling to each other As the frogs do the question and answer session The crickets were fine tuning their flutes The calm wind reigned to the sap Like the forested hills watched each other’s back And when the birds could wake us up That’s no more Now the birds are singing dirges Rivers are wailing loud to be heard Trees aren’t whispering no more but mourning For someone is baying for their blood And their friends have gone too soon Please spare them a little So that we may be greeted by smiling flowers in the morn And seen out with the fine whispers of trees Instead of the scorching sun’s gaze And a lamenting air’s stench This is how hard it is to feel it And perhaps we could say farewells in pouring rain Accompanied with humming birds’ melodies