November 20th, 2007 00:57 EST
Rejoice, it's over
One glorious day,
I went hunting.
I heard this lovely music, and then I listen.
Realized it was from a pretty golden bird
Singing in a flowering tree,
Oh! So beautiful, natural you needed to see it.
Suddenly was this strong breeze that stirred the branches
On the tree and gently brushed each blossom.
Filling the air with this sweet perfume
Thanks to you, little bird and brother wind for pollinating
Flowering tree from which my sweet, juicy fruit that I love grow.
Then, I made a promise to hunt no more
And will go tell this everywhere.
And take it as a responsibility to see that our wildlife families increase in number by the day.