A Nest That Never Rests
On this sombre Sunday morning
the day is typically quiet
and under the hanging grey clouds
there is a whispering cool breeze
for the birds to hover upon
where they uniquely monitor
the unpredictable world below
And while lazily meandering
I cannot help but wonder
what do the birds perceive?
of us, unappreciative homo-sapiens
as we continue to vandalize our sacred planet
and randomly ravage our own nest
“The Wild”, lyrics, Mumford & Sons
We saw birth and death
Can’t we be still
What makes you kind
From where comes your sparkling mind
Was it under the earth?
Tied up in a knot
Which I forgot you were ever there
Do not be afraid
Do not be afraid
What’s that I see?
I think it’s the wild
Puts the fear of God in me
And was there a grudge
Up from the dust
Inconceivable lie
What’s that I see?
I think it’s the wild
Puts the fear of God in me
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Tullawalla:
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Ivor Steven (c) January 2025
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