Sing Little Bird

Sing with me little bird while I strum
Lent up against a burning tree but half
Is still living, full of green whence you come
And half is ashen, dying, charred, and numb

When did man's hand turn sunder?
From Nature's caring ways of old
Instead his heart hardened to plunder
His greed roared like waves and thunder

When did he forget his unborn legacy?
Who shall inherit all these evils spewed?
To think his wealth gained acceptably
And walk with an unearned air of supremacy

When did arrogance so obscure his vision?
Fear of unknowable, in lies, his mind twist
Now curse his ancestral father's decision
Not see that he has turned science into religion

It is the haunty, proud, and strong
Who find it hardest to submit and believe
Rue his intelligence, hear a different song
And dare to suppose that he be wrong

So let us move little bird before we catch fire
To the land beyond the great river called death
Where our joys grow not weary nor tire
And finally rest with our hearts true desire

By Pete Scopes