The Last Song

Today, the birds were chirping As if this is their last song So melodious, so pure Is there something different In the air today? Or they probably know It is the last day of the year For them time has no meaning Clock is another tool invented By humans to count their gains or losses I heard the beautiful prayer In their singing, O Lord Save us, protect us from these humans We had enough of pollution We lost enough of trees They do not allow us to eat freely We are fed up with the organic food O Lord, please give us back The breeze of heavens one last time The sunshine, the rainbow, the flowing river Those lush green trees with fruits and flowers That calmness of morning To sing our beautiful songs.