no wild centuries

when you awake and hear the birdies sing
it takes you back across the years and miles
your mind reopens old and dusty files
inside your head you see them on the wing
a different sort of life these woods must bring
on this hard mainland far from quiet isles
but still the watcher slowly nods and smiles
life calls on you to live always in spring
a spray of water soothes and cools the green
the air is still and so much can be heard
above white clouds move steady in the blue
you are the one who best knows what you've seen
there's meaning in the movement of the bird
and that you're certain won't change with the view