A New World
A robin sang a soft song when the world of man was
gone.
Nothing left but steel bars,
And buildings cut in half,
When the robin sang in a world once ours.
The stillness enveloping,
Soft songs pervading,
Shadows hiding,
The world that once was ours.
The stories were hidden,
The tales forgotten;
History erased to begin anew,
On a world once ours.
Thrown away was the world of man,
Like dust to the wind.
Discarded,
Destroyed by its own hand,
A death of its own creation,
On a world once ours.
The robin sang,
With the world as its stage.
No audience but the flowers and the trees,
And yet it was content.
Content to sing
On a world once ours.
The robin sang as the sun rose,
A sun never again to warm the skin of man.
The shadows receded,
The dawn proceeded;
A dawn on a world now theirs.
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Life is too important to take seriously
-Oscar Wilde
A robin sang a soft song when the world of man was
gone.
Nothing left but steel bars,
And buildings cut in half,
When the robin sang in a world once ours.
The stillness enveloping,
Soft songs pervading,
Shadows hiding,
The world that once was ours.
The stories were hidden,
The tales forgotten;
History erased to begin anew,
On a world once ours.
Thrown away was the world of man,
Like dust to the wind.
Discarded,
Destroyed by its own hand,
A death of its own creation,
On a world once ours.
The robin sang,
With the world as its stage.
No audience but the flowers and the trees,
And yet it was content.
Content to sing
On a world once ours.
The robin sang as the sun rose,
A sun never again to warm the skin of man.
The shadows receded,
The dawn proceeded;
A dawn on a world now theirs.
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Life is too important to take seriously
-Oscar Wilde
There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.
~ Oscar Levant
~ Oscar Levant