Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song In early morning’s misty light Spy it on a branch, softly shaking In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves Turned yellow gold Surround her so pretty, Her song to me. Yes, I know the lark sings to me Its cheery new day song, As if there were no tomorrow – It whistles in the evening as if there were no Yesterdays. Soon it is joined By another, oh! What a lark! What a pair they make! I remember those same two larks Not far in the past – Last Spring, they stood together proudly Day after day and through the summer; he Could go nowhere without her. He, was the one who sang to her Each new morning, the one Who courted her till each sundown, Up to twilight when she fell asleep. He was the one she couldn’t do without, The one she could love forever, together They had built the nest for their offspring Now grown, Now gone. They’d been inseparable from day one, Even bickering, just two souls Disagreeing - still, he sang To her in the morning, sang to her Under the setting sun, and In the autumn of their life They sang together, cheery As if there were no tomorrow Whistling, as if there were no yesterday. This morning I let out a sigh Remembering so well The dream I once held So tight. Will it come to pass? The answer came From the larks song each morning, Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow. Whistle in the evening, As if there were no yesterday, And I sing each day With faith. I whistle each evening To not let the sun go down On the morose, My love, I will not let you down. CarolineCecile - 10.12.12