No Lullabies Since You All Left The Roost?

Scattered leaves drift on the pond and play with ripples Mother tree stands! Alone she whispers; 'Never mind they get real freedom now The whole year they stuck with me. And I hear the faraway thunderstorm with her usual singsong. That won't take a long time to bring me down O this poor weak & skeleton! [It's time we had uncommon schools, that we did not leave off our education where we begin to be men and women.It's time that villages were Universities.]-Henry David Thoreau, Walden. nimal dunuhinga