A Lone Bird

In a place, far from here
there is a field; quiet and tranquil.

In this field,
there is but one bird.

It sits upon a sun-warmed rock,
and sings for all to hear.

But in this field and the forest surrounding,
there is a shadow, hanging over; shrouding.

The bird listens for signs of life,
but there's none to hear but the wind.
It lifts its wings to the sky,
and through the air it cries.

In this field, there is no life,
excpet one thing.
In this field,
there is but one bird.