A long ago bronze bird with shimmer wings

had cut into the mountainside and springs

wings widespread and a tail tickling the sun

a chorus of angels on high have now begun

all feathered wings get softer the higher you go

upon the forest floor while the trumpets echo

Saint Michael thrusts his sword into the land

all the animals follow through on his command

travelers are we, myself and my bright northern star

my guide that gives me strength when faith is far

we see Saint Raphael nod his head and point the way

to where our peace and love shield us from disarray

Saint Gabriel’s warning ignored by small-minded men

bent on adding more destruction to the what has been

mocking simplicity in favor of supreme love of self

in a roundabout that never stops except for wealth

we find much left here on the calling of the birds

for us to make our love speak beauty’s words

rocky cliff walk towards the edge of God and life

one foot wrong for us to become nature’s strife

shale slipping, souls teetering on some distant brink

we watch from our seashore home as they rethink

the messages ignored in Saint Gabriel’s trumpet call

man’s abuse of animals and nature is well-recalled

I cry within your arms at what man has become

you who knows my heart and where I’m from

nature’s soundless cries weave through the trees

away we walk from this earth and man’s disease