Wish I Would Not Wake Up

I wake up in the morning Not to the shrill chirp of the birds Crowding on the window sills Not to the melodious flow of the Stream passing by at a distance Not to the soft whispering of the Leaves as wind pass through them Not to the sound of bells tied Around the cattle going to the fields Not to the mystic sound of the flutes Of the shepherds from the river side Instead I wake up to the earsplitting Sound of the machines uprooting Old trees and breaking of branches As they fall to the fertile ground To the sound of ground being leveled And soil being transported to fill up The pond to raise cement structures I drop some tears on the pillows And wish to sleep forever as my soul Cries at the merciless plundering of Wealth mother earth has in her lap