Birds Will Sing

We all follow our destiny A poet will write, what is right for thee Whether chatterbox or Silent One On our marks we are set And follow fore ordained scripts Since times beginning, begun All birds shall take wing Compelled to sing, twittering To God as to Man It matters not who They sing their song to For all will understand Doorstep birds sing Don't worry about a thing Cause everything will all be alright The sky will be blue Under which nothing is new And flocks will take graceful flight Tall Skyscraper nests or Empty Wilderness, Audience of Man, beast, or none Birds will be Birds And Birds will sing Until God turns out the sun.