If I Were to Die MemeIf you don't care: stop reading.If I Were to Die Meme7 months ago in Personal More Like This
If you'd come to my funeral: favorite this.
If you'd miss me: comment a heart.
If you're not scared: re-post and see who your " real friends" are.
Because that last one isn't relevant at all to me. Just a bit bored...and maybe a little curious...
Why Birds Still SingWhy Birds Still Sing4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flying high into the sky on a windswept summer day,
she feels the freedom flight endows; the choice to hunt or play.
The radiant sun calls out to her - 'tis time to tend your nest;
'tis time to nurse the little ones, then after take your rest.
Man's assault upon her realm keeps tugging at her heart,
if only they with shuttered eyes could see they'd do their part.
The sky was made for all to share, the air once pure and sweet;
would that men might feel the pulse of lamentation's beat.
Still she sings a hopeful song of a future happy day,
a song replete with words of praise for all His wondrous ways.
The time will come when Eden's dreamy paradise is here;
that blessed day when earth's reborn and nothing's left to fear.