The bird species in most cases
Picks a mate for life.
A life can be filled with songs and kisses,
Joy as far as the eye can see.
How can we hate when love sings from every tree?
Humans and crawling mammals
Tend to move from wife to wife.
There is a life of tunnels,
Of secrecy and sad satiety,
But you were like the lark singing above the strife.
You remembered for hours
Words of a beautiful song
That told of songs bedecked in flowers
With birds singing from every tree.
How can we hate when things like these agree?
Tell me what you are thinking
Of love and life.
Meteors and stars in the vast sky are blinking
As far as the eye can see.
But not for long.
