I MET A WREN

STRETCHED OUT ON THE ROAD

CAUGHT IN AN UNGUARDED MOMENT

TAKEN OUT BY A CAR

IMMEDIATELY QUENCHING ITS RASPING

SMALLEST OF ALL BIRDS

PROTECTOR OF THE WOODS

LIES ON THE GROUND

LIFELESS

I MOURN ITS PASSING

I PICK A PRIMROSE

LEAVE A TEAR BEHIND

I WANDER BY THE OAK

RINGED WITH DAFFODILS

I WANT TO BE ACCEPTED

IN THESE WOODS

AND REASON MYSELF

IN THE BLUE SKY OF HOPE

How quickly the waters run

Beneath the budding Easter Lilly

You welcome us to the morning

Bringing us peace and tranquility