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