Imagine if you can,
A bird in a tree chirping ever so sweetly,
On a bright summer day,
All your worries hath gone away,
Not a thing for anybody to say.,
But to think what sorrow would play,
On such brilliant a day,
If the bird were to perish completely,
What once a sound the angels loved,
Now dead, dead, dead as the broken hearted dove,
Should sadness consume now the world lay still, still,
Still as a tomb.
zoe blackbird
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird-36/
