Once in a land that had only one tree <br />a bird came and sat and sang on my knee. <br />And in a place that had only one bird <br />I sat under a tree that said that he'd heard <br />of a place where the branches were full <br />of birds that sing at the start of the dawn. <br /> <br />Once in a land that had only one bird <br />a tree came to tell me of what he had heard. <br />That in a place where there's only one tree <br />the birds will come and sing on your knee. <br /> <br />And the point of the story, I'm sure you must see <br />only one bird will tell all of trees <br />about that place where they sit and sing on your knee. <br />But in a place where there are acres of trees <br />it is rare to find one that comes to tell me <br />of what he had most definitely heard <br />about that land that has only one bird. <br /> <br />But if you sit at the start of the dawn <br />in the land with one bird and with trees it is full <br />you'll wait a very long time, you will see <br />before it sits and sings on your knee.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds-and-the-trees/
