O Little Lamb

O little lamb, do you hear the calls?

The wind whispers, calling for you ,

Just do wake  now ,the hills are calling, your hoofs to stomp ,

 Look ,there all little lambs  astir, awake now,

The dust will need to rise  from all your thundering hooves, 

When the rain falls again , the hills will turn green yet again,

Some days your bleats turn to a roar , roaring for clean air ,

Roaring for sunlight on the hills and clean rains,

A roar from all gentle lambs... a unified roar  some times need to rise ,

From all gentle lambs, bleats turn to a roar,,

For fresh air free, and green hills , For nature's rights ...

A poem by Pc-3 ( 05/20/2026)

Addendum :-

There is much work , still, much work to do...

Shore up the broken , much to do indeed!

Before chill winds blow , eyes clear and hopes bright ,

Yet much to do , the hooves have power , bleats  stir the air, 

Still much to do, too much lay broken , smashed by some ,

Lumbering Giant's wolves lurk at every corner ,

Gleaming eyes  and drooling mouths gaze at powers' ,

Yonder lies their greed ...Yet the slow and hard re-build calls,

sluggish days of toil and strain, sweat and strain ,

Yet sweet is the hope , sweet indeed the  music of hope bleating...

by Pc-3 (11/04/2026)