a bridge too far
it’s cost too high
defending an Idea
that does not align with their own
wounding the heart
are the words spoken
their true intentions
known to a select few
though the grass may seem green
on the other side
the music that is being played
is not the one I want to hear
united by one goal
from white to black
the stars are gone
what was once great
shall bleed red again
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
Echoes of Life 