to look up and see the glistening sun
whose rays beam down on the burning sand.
A barren land, it's beauty gone.
A lone eagle flies and shakes his head
for now the land he loved is dead.
The flowers gone the trees no more.
His heart through his chest is torn.
Let his flight remind us all
in every screech, scream, or blackbird's caw.
That man is set in his own way
and for that he is judged every day.
Our mistakes we must learn from
if not life would be so hum-drum.
Tell me now but, tell me true
Why must death come to you?
