Black Magic
by Norma Nunez
A bright yellow sun
A nest in the tree
Songs of beautiful harmony
A great eagle gliding gracefully
Keeping its eyes on the environmental scene
Watching the fish swimming in the stream
Watching them eat and freed
But the humans have come
And the sun has turned green
The fish have stopped swimming
Now floating down stream,
The bright green meadows
Once filled with hope and life
are now filled with mental horrors and strife.