Dew on green grass
of the forests of Savannah
is rare view to my eyes
that is accustomed
to the humid winds
of the urban jungle
This part of world
is new to me
as I was born in a place
where the sunshine called life
falls down against diseases
of man made worries
and germs of fast paced technology
Oh! The cool nights,
The shooting stars,
The hooting of the owl
is symbol of silence
that is now no longer
existed in my world
where cries of pain
is hidden beneath
the shouts of gathering
of human masked demons
Here, in this abundance
of nature not yet affected
by men of greed and evil,
I still see the adventures
of creatures so beautiful
that once roamed
my world free of fear
The sounds of sparkling falls
is like the laughter
I want to listen
again and again.
Nature gives freedom,
we take for granted,
exploiting the resources
we have been gifted
but time is coming near
when we, the creation
of mighty God
will be the cause
of the end
of this resourceful planet
