Where are they?

It’s a new day dawn;

Turn by turn the hens’ crow;

The sea breeze serenades the air;

It’s indeed a glorious morn.

The birds chirp and the bees buzz;

The trees sway in glorious surrender;

Like newborns, the flowers bloom;

Oh the farmlands, how flourishing they are.

To the west the sun travels;

The clouds go dark, the rains appear;

Leaving my seat on the mountain top;

‘Where have the humans been’, I wonder aloud.