Sky Rocating
SKY ROCATING
Birds in the sky
Fly high
My ancestors cry
For my past is burnt
The sky is blue
But the wild is burning
The woods colonized by orange flames
Green pasture is no more
Compassion is no more
Birds are now flown by wind of starvation
Only mother's love prevail
To keep the generation rolling
Will I hope with hope any More
When my home your fires devour?
Will the birds ever sing their happy songs
Yet their eggs and nest devoured in smoke?
oh heavens!
May you look upon our sweet sweat
And smother theses flames
With the cloud of rain
To chase the old sea zone
And welcome the new season
TROPHY DEREK Ug
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