NATURE

WE have neither summer nor winter
Neither autumn nor spring
We have instead the days, when the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields
Magnificently , The days when the rain beats like bullets on the roofs
And there is no sound but the swish of water in the gullies

And there struggling in the high jamaica winds.
Also there are the days when leaves fade from off guango trees.
And the reaped canefields lie bare and fallow to the sun.
But best of all there are the f=days when the mango and the logwood blossom
When the bushes are full of the sound of bees and the scent of honey,

When the tall grass sways and shines to the slightest breath of air,
When the buttercups have paved the earth with yellow stars
And beauty comes suddenly and the rains have gone

((ARE YOU STILL PLAYING YOUR FLUTE !))

Are you still playing your flute?
When there is hardly time for our love
I am feeling guilty
To be longing for your song
The melody concealed in the slim hollow of the bamboo
Uncovered by the breath of an artist
Composed by his fingers
Blown by the wind
To the depth of my heart.

Are u still playing your flute?
In the village so quiet and deserted
Amidst the sick rice field
While here it has become a luxury
To spend time watching the rain
Gazing at the evening rays
Collecting dew drops
Or enjoying the fragrance of flowers.

Are you still playing your flute?
The more it disturbs my conscience
To be thinking of you
In the hazard of you
My younger brother unemployed and desperate
My people disunited mercilessly
My friend slaughtered mercilessly
This word is too old and bleeding. :))