I am reminded of the song
That remains not overlong
A way to find itself it’s nest
The place where it can find its rest.
The hymn to welcome in the day
Night is none too far away
The ballad through the afternoon
Keeps away the creeping gloom.
As the lark finds and settles down
The family in the nest of brown
I am reminded of what you and I
Could have had but did not try.
This bird knows where it belongs
Which you can hear in each it’s songs
I have no songs, or singing to do
For I should have built my home with you.
© Kris Blackburn 09/05/2016