It is my other home <br />And I will soon be there <br />Beneath the starry dome <br />In the clear atmosphere. <br /> <br />I will wander around <br />In sunny street and field <br />By that historic mound <br />Where flowers’ fragrances yield. <br /> <br />Where birds sing without fail <br />Petitioning the sun <br />To bring its rosy veil <br />So that day is begun. <br /> <br />For if they do not sing, <br />They fear the world will end, <br />That death itself will spring <br />And darkness will descend. <br /> <br />I also have to sing <br />To this my other home <br />And let my praises ring <br />Across all land I roam<br /><br />Elia Michael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-birds-sing/
