Like the cries of a burning tree branch,
It's agony in knowing it can be called a home no longer
The frantic flutters of the devastated birds wings,
Patting down the bark set ablaze, each swipe a little stronger
Like hopes sprung high in a child's eyes
As he walks into a candy store
A mother's loving looks, watching him smile with his treasure skipping out the door
Each soul in this ever changing world
With its own piece to say
Even if it's ever changing
Effected by circumstance, day by day
If we'd only take the time to listen
Oh the melodies the wind can play
The wise old words the waves can say