Where do Birds go to die
by Sandra A Davis
Friday, June 08, 2007
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This question has been with me since I was a little girl...and still is.
I wonder where birds go to die,
Nesting above the earth sweetly caressing as she flies by,
I see the small ones, the large ones, the young ones,
But never do I see an old one,
One that has died.
Do they fly to their mothers nesting high in a tree?
Or do they search the winds for that special place,
that place that calls them home.
Soaring in the sky, up, up and out into the sun.
The universe calls and then they fly know more.
I wonder where birds go to die.
Perhaps it is under the leaves beyond the cities,
The sweet smell of the forest,
And under the mantle of the home they know so well, with the sun and the wind they sing their last song.
Do they lie beneath the grass and leaves to release the bonds of life and there they sing their last song to the earth.
Oh sweet, sweet song of the nightingale, the sparrow, the thrush, I hear you no more.
And yet again when the morning light appears in the sky there you are again, singing your sweet song.
And still I wonder…Where do birds go to die?