From the topmost twig of the tallest tree A solitary bird sang his song so sweet: The meaning (if meanings birds can intend) Could I , mere human, ever comprehend? Maybe he sang out the joy of his life, Or maybe he sang to attract a wife. His little song drifted out far and wide, Sweet music of the springtime country side. It passed by my ears and went far beyond, Across the meadow and over a pond In which were reflected clouds from above That moved through the sky like lovers in love. Soon, from a thicket, a birdsong came back-- The same kind as his, but a different track. I heard it on air as it made its way To the bird in the tree, as if to say: "I hear your voice calling out to me, And I'm here with you in the top of my tree," The first bird replied in a joyous tone, Elated (I thought) knowing he was not alone.