I listened to a birdthat told me allHe seemed to make no sense as I recallI listened to the bees, their buzzing soundsTold nothing of the purpose of their roundsThe claws that tear, the fangs that biteThe placid pond, the bird in flightThe lion stalking 'round his killThe flowers purpose on the hillI looked out at the trees that gently swayedThey didn't need to know how they were madeI wondered if the world kept something hidDenied to me, for something that I didThe claws that tear, the fangs that biteThe placid pond, the bird in flightThe lion stalking 'round his killThe flowers purpose on the hillI listened to a bird that told me allHe seemed to make no sense as I recallSo far I haven't heard a songbird singA single verse that told me anythingThe claws that tear, the fangs that biteThe placid pond, the bird in flightThe lion stalking 'round his killThe flowers purpose on the hill
