A Sound Some Day Missing
A young bird fallen from its' nest to
the ground.
A mother bird searches all around
She called & she called, but her young, wasn't found.
A voice, a noise, a sound gone from the earth
Beauty is gone forever, from the fallen young
bird.
Our wild life is dying, not given its' worth.
Our children must learn to respect the
animals of the earth.
Someday we won't hear the sounds of the
forest or the sounds of the rivers
nor the sounds of the birds.
We won't hear the howls of wolves,
Nor will the growls of, the bears will be, heard...
David J. Caldera (Bear)
03/28/08
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