The chickadee sung of dawns brilliant sun,
He drew me young and happy.
Though morning mourned its swift demise,
I smile in life's blinding rhapsody.

The songbird continued a great reprise,
Of emeralds bellies value.
Narrow of sight upon black so bright,
Ever so quick to catch you.

The fallen son in an obsidian night,
Shattered his hope of heart.
Grand amour of a long living jewel,
Enticed a rise from dirt.