Then and Now
The cool waters of the stream
Whistling down the dark valley
Birds singing morning glory in their melodious tunes
Monkeys doing a jig to the beats
Trees whispering slowly to each other
That is the morning of back then
Flowers smiling to each other
As the frogs do the question and answer session
The crickets were fine tuning their flutes
The calm wind reigned to the sap
Like the forested hills watched each other’s back
And when the birds could wake us up
That’s no more
Now the birds are singing dirges
Rivers are wailing loud to be heard
Trees aren’t whispering no more but mourning
For someone is baying for their blood
And their friends have gone too soon
Please spare them a little
So that we may be greeted by smiling flowers in the morn
And seen out with the fine whispers of trees
Instead of the scorching sun’s gaze
And a lamenting air’s stench
This is how hard it is to feel it
And perhaps we could say farewells in pouring rain
Accompanied with humming birds’ melodies
Copyright © Elcana Oteki | Year Posted 2016
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