Post by Athena on Oct 21, 2014 5:41:50 GMT -6
While birds sing on, no less aware
Of black winged death and hidden snare,
And through earth scarred by fire and gun
Brown seeds still push to find the sun;
While roses bloom and apples dare
To ripen in bomb-shattered air,
So long as butterfly and bee
Perform their ordered destiny,
And crickets chirp against the roar
Of man-made thunderings of war,--
Should we betray love's ancient trust
And bow our hearts to meet the dust?
Copyright ©2007 Jess Carter
Of black winged death and hidden snare,
And through earth scarred by fire and gun
Brown seeds still push to find the sun;
While roses bloom and apples dare
To ripen in bomb-shattered air,
So long as butterfly and bee
Perform their ordered destiny,
And crickets chirp against the roar
Of man-made thunderings of war,--
Should we betray love's ancient trust
And bow our hearts to meet the dust?
Copyright ©2007 Jess Carter
