The value of a Patnership

Long ago the guinea fowls congregated coulourfully and innumerably;
And sang sweet songs and played in the savanah.
They sang for the antelope to dance and leap in the beutful grasslands.
The farmboys listened and danced too;
and their hearts were merry.
At nigth the grandfathers' folktales were interesting.
The wild dog barked;the nigthjar called a peacefull soothing never ending call;the clamourous hoot of the owl was heard.
BUT the conflagrations are come and sweep across the grasslands.
The axemen are merciless;and by the millions have trees fallen and are falling;
The poacher is ruthless;the beasts wild know not more peace.
The guinea folws will never sing again,for all the grain has been poisoned.
The times will never be better again.