The Sunless and Dim Morning

I worry about the long silence, why life does not reawaken and instill in us the awaited hope? Can distraught hearts beat again... forgetting all the pain for an hour? The sunless and dim morning has stopped all the cheerful warblings of the song sparrows and of the marlins hiding, fearing to become the next preys of the hungry ravens that croak! More sad hours will follow, will harmony be restored to the dry meadows awaiting rain? That Chirpine planted by an Indian farmer twenty years ago has fully grown; it is rarely seen in a land of oaks, of aspens, and of firs that attracted the snowy owls, the killdeers, the grouses, and the larks! If there weren't any forests, where would these beautiful birds go? Where would we hear their songs when nothing else thrills us... imagine a forest without them! I'm walking down narrow paths that haven't seen a single raindrop fall, and they only ones that complain are the park rangers that ride their horses down those dusty paths!