The natural world shows beauty in its way
The birds will feed their young and sing at dusk
As without guile, in their sweet world they trust
We hear the fledglings sing in poignant play
News of bombings brings birds no dismay
Though they like us,will reach, become mere dust
Makes us look within. not out for touch
Anguished, we ignore the coloured day
The natural world goes cruelly on its way
The birds still love their young yet angrily we lust
How my heart sings 