The Whisper of a walking wind
Birds singing songs of nature
the aura of the silence within
breathing life in to the creatures
I am a witness to this age
that this very moment in time
is another chapter another page

Where the air become smogs
the birds stopped chanting
the aura of the silence within
killing the innocence of a being
and on this very day of reflection
that on this same spot
will just be a memory of a lost place…