Down The Lane

Down The Lane All is still. Not a sound is heard. Not the flutter of wings, nor the peep of a bird. Not the dragon fly, nor the honey bee All have vanished, even the flea. I look down the lane and what do I see Flowers and bushes and one lonely tree But not birds or butterflys, not even a cat Where oh where is everyone at? Am I to live in this world all alone? What did I do? Must I atone? Come back, come back, oh wild life do For I cannot live without you. Who will pollinate the fruit if not the bee I need you for food, don't you see? Who will sing pretty if not the bird? Songs so beautiful as I have ever heard. I look down the lane and I think I see Some kittens, yes, numbering three And birds and bees and a dragon fly Oh, thank you my friends. How happy am I. I look down the lane and all is well Even in the wooded hollow they call the dell Even the church is ringing it's bell Gosh, oh gee, do I feel swell. ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Oct. 16, 2007 Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria