I could smile, but it's been a while,
But to you my bird I confide.
Your songs, are sweet and not long,
Cheers up the dark inside.
The human condition, not the fun,
That you might see us tout.
Cruel and selfish fools with rules,
On our miserable way out.
The planet will shake us off with scoff,
Glad to return the orchards to you.
The sun will set on this ape with hate,
The skies will again be blue.
Many morose months for the moss
To cover the graves of the slain.
In years everything about this plague
Lost in the rhymes of the rain.
You wouldn't see me around, or any of us,
Or hear the shrill sounds of human fuss.
We'll be gone bird, gone for good.
A new world will be born, it always does.
