Song of An Ancient Bird
Flying over the
hills
Soaring over the
valley
An ancient bird
flies
In a soft voice
he begins to sing
He has seen what
man can do
He knows that the
world has been
changed
And he does not
approve
His wings catch
the wind
as he sails
Looking down where
there was once
a forest
He sees the dwellings
of men
Looking down on the lake
Where he played as
a hatchling
He sees garbrage strewn
and muddied water
He keeps singing
and later, tiring
he perches on a
grey rock
He is old for
a bird
But he still maintains
that the will return
When the lake is again clear
And the forest grows again
He will be happy
to relinquish
his majestic self
to the winds of time
He is an ancient bird
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