Post by nora on Jul 20, 2008 6:34:37 GMT 3
As the sun comes into sight
Shining and scorching the barren ground with all its might,
Not a presence of grass so slight
Can be spotted under the blazing light,
Only red dust for miles and miles.
I remember a time
When rivers swept past, flowing with crystal waters
When green grass grew gradually out of the ground
When swallows sang sweetly as the summer sun shone
When the beautiful boutiques buzzed with bees and birds
And the mistletoe humming melodiously and merrily
Those were the times of intimate peace
With no concern to overcome our joy.
One misty dark day
A strange sound echoed in the woods
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The cry of my brothers as the went down one by one
Carried heavy sorrow
Down went the nests
Down went the forest
Down went the rest.
The loss embedded itself deep in our roots
The scanty foliage lost their gloss
The creepers appeared shadowless
The keen relish for the exquisite green of the spring,
Can only manage a peculiar pale green tint
My tree brothers hang dead in long shreds of timber.
The forest swing about in the wind desolately.
If only we could bring back the peace
See some smile of light lingering in the canopy beyond the horizon
Feel some spirit in the sweet, delicious freshness on the air
Hear some voice in the mellow babble of the stream.
There was nothing more beautiful than,
The soft, graceful stir of the expanded foliage
The twittering of the unfrightened birds
The scampering of the squirrels
The rustling carpet of dead leaves.
Now,
Instead of a paradise touched by moonlight
Behind the swaying shadows of the weeping willow
We lie in a paved paradise to dunes
Oasis and other merries of the desert.
Shining and scorching the barren ground with all its might,
Not a presence of grass so slight
Can be spotted under the blazing light,
Only red dust for miles and miles.
I remember a time
When rivers swept past, flowing with crystal waters
When green grass grew gradually out of the ground
When swallows sang sweetly as the summer sun shone
When the beautiful boutiques buzzed with bees and birds
And the mistletoe humming melodiously and merrily
Those were the times of intimate peace
With no concern to overcome our joy.
One misty dark day
A strange sound echoed in the woods
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The cry of my brothers as the went down one by one
Carried heavy sorrow
Down went the nests
Down went the forest
Down went the rest.
The loss embedded itself deep in our roots
The scanty foliage lost their gloss
The creepers appeared shadowless
The keen relish for the exquisite green of the spring,
Can only manage a peculiar pale green tint
My tree brothers hang dead in long shreds of timber.
The forest swing about in the wind desolately.
If only we could bring back the peace
See some smile of light lingering in the canopy beyond the horizon
Feel some spirit in the sweet, delicious freshness on the air
Hear some voice in the mellow babble of the stream.
There was nothing more beautiful than,
The soft, graceful stir of the expanded foliage
The twittering of the unfrightened birds
The scampering of the squirrels
The rustling carpet of dead leaves.
Now,
Instead of a paradise touched by moonlight
Behind the swaying shadows of the weeping willow
We lie in a paved paradise to dunes
Oasis and other merries of the desert.
