Oh! , ... Those birds will sing the sun right up, <br /> as if there were a choice involved! <br /> <br /> Oh! , ... That harmony of species at that moment <br /> just before the sun comes up and opens darkness to the light! <br /> <br /> From those moments onward, <br /> the day just loses luster, <br /> people wake and take control of what they deem to be their fate, <br /> throughout the day they dominate... <br /> and they shape it to their liking. <br /> <br /> The birds will fly, but they don't sing... <br /> until the following morning... <br /> <br /> ... Again!<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/till-the-morning/
