26 A Crow Hums

A Crow Hums

A crow hums this little sad tune
Between the tree branches, each noon:
Only death awaits those in fear
Scared to live as if death is near.
Darkness will consume you, too soon!

Just like a night sky with no moon,
Days go by, shriveled like a prune
No remorse, not even a care.
A crow hums.

Don’t let death be your foe so soon
Choose to live outside your cocoon
You’re born to fly; persevere
So put your worries in the rear
We shan’t let death be like a goon
A crow hums.