Oh! see the birds flying to and fro and listen close for they speak in voices low.
They cry in confusion their sounds a plea.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Don't you see the beauty which abounds?
Or are you blind to sea and sky?
Oh, man answer why.
Then listen as the trees cry out in tortured pain, why can't you stop this acid rain.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Are you blind to tree and lake?
Do you hear us for goodness sake?
Please hear us now the birds call out.
Oh, if only you would hear our plea
Oh, man answer why.
Will you never listen and no longer turn away?
The answer; is for you to say.
Written by Mark R. Day 1/3/12, all rights reserved. Copyright Mark R. Day 1/3/12
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