Circle of

Life

The birds with song,

With twittering delight

They are happy,

Free as any bird could be,

Taking in the luscious dark green evergreen

Like when the bird sings no more,

The Robin of the springtime heart

With a belly like Santa Claus,

Then the Junco of coming winter

In dismal gray and white

Which looks with longing eyes like

The length that winter lasts,

Life can live as the bird

Or maybe die as bare bone,

But everything comes

Back around.

Copyright © 2005 Gregory Axel-Lute