My Greenly Homeland
April 28th, 2007 by Herlina
When I was young
I saw little green Pasteur and prairies
Grass waved happily in a sunny day
Trees on the hillsides exposed their fresh greenly leaves
Butterflies danced around the rosebuds
Enchanted the world with their beauty
Nature sang a beautiful song
Such was my homeland
when time elapsed many years
I saw grey dried vast land
Hills were bare naked
Baked by the burning sun
Trees withered and died
Drought captivated all
Nature wept in sorrow
Sang a heartbreaking melody
That echoed throughout the wind
I sat on my knees
Tried hard to figure out what was going wrong
Sought an answer that was already there
I cried but tears didn’t come
For I knew well what was the cause
And I prayed to dear Lord
That it may not be late
To save what was dying
I was old now
Many changes taken place
There were no more trees or grass
Only concrete walls and skyscrapers
Stood arrogantly in what used to be my greenly homeland
Piercing through the skies
As if trying to challenge The Creator
Old as I was
Too tired to fight
Too exhausted with many defeats
I was dying
Together with my greenly homeland
No longer curious of what tomorrow would bring
For I knew very well now
I saw clearly now
That the future was dying
If no one cared no more