Where did they go?

Have you noticed the trees today?  Did the cool wind blow softly against your face?  Were you able to enjoy the music of a dancing stream?  Gone are the dogs barking.  Absent are the smells of nature growing.  The clouds are missing in the sky...where have they gone? I believe I left them at home.  What does the grass feel like between your toes, nobody here knows...  I see the sun, but it's not the old friend I used to know.  This sun is different here...it doesn't smile, it is cruel.  It doesn't like me, it exerts it's power, unrelenting, it doesn't want me to smile.  Have you seen my trees today?  Thank them for me.  They know my old friend the sun, and will show you their patience.  If you sing to them their bark will soften to the touch and let you read their story with your finger tips.  If you talk to them wait for the wind for he will tell you tell you what their leaves are saying.  Can you see the colors?  They left here a long time ago...maybe it was the violence. I think I miss them.