as small as a world and as large as alone

12:19pm September 14, 2014

youneedacat:

I walk down the hall where the woods used to stand,

Concrete at my feet, brick walls at every hand.

And over my head, steel girders so strong

Where I first felt the thrill of the wood thrush’s song

Now the wood thrush has vanished, seeking the place

That’s not felt the crush of man’s embrace

The steep woods are gone now and oh how I long

To again feel the spell of the wood thrush’s song

Over my head, just a few years ago

The poplar leaves shivered when the breezes did blow

Now the deep hum of engines drowns the soft sighs

Of the wind and the leaves of the few trees nearby

And the wood thrush has vanished, seeking the place

That’s not felt the crush of man’s embrace

The steep woods are gone now, and oh how I long

To again feel the spell of the wood thrush’s song

Man is the inventor, the builder, the sage

The writer and seeker of truth by the page

But all of his knowledge can never explain

The deep mystery of the wood thrush refrain

And the wood thrush has vanished, seeking the place

That’s not felt the crush of man’s embrace

Steep woods are gone now, and oh how I long

To again feel the spell of the wood thrush’s song

Steep woods are gone now and oh how I long

To again feel the spell of the wood thrush’s song

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