There we will plant new seeds for our young. And his forests will not spread, thus creating more desolate scenes. So, at his word, they flew away in a day To their new paradise to plant trees, build nests and lay Their eggs and give the warm Sun their songs of praise For the blessings of life-giving and glorious rays. Man had hardly noticed when the forests became silent Because his machines were so loud and his wars were more violent. But, when the insects multiplied and ate all his food And covered him with bites, he began to brood And sulk and say, Something is wrong with this day.
Nothing is right.
Man s earth became nothing but desolate soot. This world is bad. Mockingbird had said, We will fly to the Sun. There we will plant new seeds for our young. And his forests will not spread, thus creating more desolate scenes.