No more the winged birds that sweep,
Through the tree tops; soft and deep.
No more the fluttered wings take flight,
Now lost and gone in endless night.
So cherish, once they flew and flew,
Brushing by the morning dew.
Their singing mingled through the air,
To cast away unbidden cares.
Alas, they’re gone, to someplace far,
Now no one knows just where they are.
They say they’ve gone, to someplace far,
Now no one knows just where they are.
They say they’ve gone, but will return,
A stagnant silence caused such yearns.
They miss the birds, that sang them songs,
Took for granted and did much wrong,
The singing silenced – to never end,
A lost they’ve lost, and cannot mend.
