How Can There Be a Spring

 


How can there be a Spring without their song.
The weights attached to all the birds I’d seen,
The silence of the nests from all that’s wrong,
A harbinger from where we since have been.

It didn’t come to me till yesterday,
How can there be a Spring without their song.
What’s chasing all our feathered friends away,
It seems, too, all the animals are gone.

I never thought that I should live so long
To such a silent world when I awoke.
How can there be a Spring without their song
To only hear myself each time I spoke.

Perhaps then I shall never hear again
The flocks of birds returning from now on.
Is all the norm of life sapped with the rain,
How can there be a Spring without their song.