By Shawn Joy Odackel
What was once a land of blue and green has become dull and dark.
The days of floods and trees were gone long ago with Noah and his ark.
The sky is nothing but a shade of grey, clouded by the smoke
The acorns cry for their mother, weeping at the stump of an oak.
The singing of the nightingale has left the bushy leaves,
My fellow larks and sparrows now flee from the banyan trees,
Now what is left for me to say about the parched Earth,
For I am nothing but a quiet hummingbird.