Quiet Time

What i see is light in this world of darkness. what i find is glow in this land of gloom. what i feel is warmth in this place of cold. with the approach of night the dark hides in the trees. at dawn`s foot-falls the birds betray my despoiled ecosystem, in the eye of them that wrecked it. but a noise of my voice is heard. morning by morning my lips ever scream their songs. yesterday the jackboots resounded upon my shores. i too have borne the distraught of cold whispers. but more horrible is the stare in the eye of the global village. in this passing world where tommorrow prepares the path in silence and holy quiet, i too havefound a song; ....a most solemn song