Song

The trees see it all and judge Rooted in earth and fiction Bearing the assaults of elements and of man Eager to share, but standing unheard The birds see it all and judge From high in the nest or in swift flight Singing their songs while meandering south Eager to share, but flying unheard The cliffs see it all and judge Soil clinging with the last drop of strength Earth grumbling while tumbling Eager to share, but falling unheard The poets see it all and judge Anchored by words. Eyes and ears open Standing. Flying. Falling. Eager to share, but forever unheard ---- Humanity might fare that little bit better Should it listen to the trees, the birds, The cliffs and the poets; To the music of what happens