The fields are not as green,
the river not that clean..
the birds not that gay,
the squirrels have ceased to play...
for good or bad, i never know,
but change for sure, is part of the flow...
change is where, the old cease to be
and the new shoot turns to a tree...
who cares, if extinction we face,
if the world gets a better race...
life is now; give it the best,
forget your fears- leave the nest...
fly out there, atleast for the view,
u've just got, hours few...
and when thy wings shall wither
and thou shall join me hither,
upon the world, we shall look,
as if reading from a book...
and when i say " I should have.."
smile my dear and say " I have..."



-joker-