The Sky Lark
Not in winter’s dark
will you hear the lark.
But when summer comes along,
gloom and grief, be gone!
In the early dawn,
listen for the sky lark’s song.
Straight up from the ground,
soaring heaven-bound,
this plain creature shows his worth.
Always while winging,
the lark is singing -
even plummeting to earth!
For the The Alouetee Poetry Contest of Dr. Ram Mehta
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