Missing As the light filters across the sky, Dawn has almost come. The birds arise, and start to fly, But, as yet there's no sign of the sun. Different shades of blue, With a slight tinge of pink. As another day starts anew, But where is this missing link? There are no voices, No sounds of sadness, none of joy. Our rivers untouched, no-one's made any choices, To ruin the sky. But the era of darkness is coming so near, Filled with plight and with suffering, With dread and with fear, Until finally one morning the birds cease to sing. And it all will begin once more.

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