The the trees whistle
to the tune of the wind
The water sings
to the melody of the waves
And the sun drums
a silent rhythm
But suddenly like some monster
man has entered
Like some maniac on the loose
"Stop!" screams the trees
"Stop!" cries the water
And the sun beats harder.
And then there is no more whistle
No more singing.
No more silent drumming.
Just the vicious growl of mankind.
(Copyrighted 2009 Priyanka Mody)
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