Plunging to a fate so deep

Hopeless and week succumbing to calamity

No more my heart yearns to weep

Just as the rose has lost it’s redolence

As each petal sundered to the ground

The souls has lost it’s mere significance

The caged bird is perpetually bound

But when the workings of the earth have ceased

And the elements in it’s core perishes

For the perpetual flame the fire pleads

For the rain the desert wishes

But as the bird sings each morning with glee

So my heart thus sing when think I upon thee.