The Lark
Little Song Bird
Soaring against the wind
With courage and persistence
Does he sing a tune of sorrow
Or a melody of bliss
What is his message
Can he still sing
Has he wandered off his path
Has he been forsaken
Where is his flock
Isolated in this world
But he flies on freely
And he sings on
Whether it's a warning
Or a cheerful chirp
He will endure
Larks have always flourished
No drama
No stress
Wouldn't it be a blessing
If we could learn from him
Take a page from his book
Let's be like the Lark
©️2023 M. Robbins
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