It drizzles as the dark clouds pass,
Trees feeding with thirst as it quenches the fruits,
Fruits meant for the colorful birds,
Birds that sing the morning songs,
Songs that wake me up to face the world,
The world that needs trees to get water.
Water however is getting scarce,
Scarce because of the nature destroying man,
Man that now lacks fruits as the birds disappear,
Disappearing because of thirst of the trees,
Trees destroyed by man as no dark clouds pass,
Now the morning is dull because of nature's thirst.
Copyright © Brian Ngugi | Year Posted 2019