When at last the sunlight has gone too far
Never really poking through winter clouds
Gathering pigeons near the chimneys are
Anxiously just making their warmth a crowd

Can you blame the hungry falcon up high
Survival only takes a moments dive
When panic starts the flock takes to the sky
Lest hunger need a reason to deprive

More the cycle of life goes round and round
Past horizons that measure night and day
For the cloaking night does enshrouds the ground
Make more its taste a spiritual buffet

For if all life were kind enough to live
How much more could we ever want to give