Oh, to be a bird,
To stretch my wings on high,
To search the everlasting blue
And soar through tranquil sky.
What must a bird think
When looking far below?
To see this human race
And all the strife we sow.
To watch us hurt our fellow men
With word and thought and deed.
To hear us damn the God above
And live is lust and greed.
What must it chirp and sing about
When perched upon a branch?
Do you think he observes creature man,
And laughs at us perchance?
Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 