Mockingbird

With the sound of rivers running wide,

A bird sings joyfully, sipping water by the sea's tide.

"At last it is here!" It calls out, splashing in the new Spring breeze.

Now life can begin again, with ease.

"Alas! Spring is here, let them sing, let them sing!" The mocking bird chimes, flying to the top of the forest's highest oak tree. All life is ready to roam free.

"Tree tops green and creeks clear and shallow, these lands shall not turn fallow! All birds will fly up in the clear blue sky, this is life for you and I!" Fluttering through the leaves of bright shades of green, the mockingbird can't help but sing.

But one must not speak out, other than he.

No other walks these lands, he's all alone.

But that doesn't keep him from staying home.

Because life is not always jubilant things, and sometimes you just have to stop and think about what still sings.

Sing along, and forget dark things elsewhere, even dance if you dare.

The mocking bird out there never cries, he's content at all times.

Life is a mix of good and evil, for you and I.