The Crow.

I see the world from a height;

All that’s dark and bright.

I see the green and the blue;

And the good that’s left in a few!

I see the poor hungry village kid;

Oh! But there’s nobody for him to feed.. 

I like to fly over farms and the well;

And listen to stories they have to tell.

They said its going to get better;

But after all this, does it even matter?

The village is changing for sure;

I don’t understand why can’t it stay the way it is- unadulterated and pure?

But you know the villagers won’t listen to me

After all I’m just a crow meant to sit on a tree.

You remember I told you that there’s good left in few? 

I’m really hoping that they’ll help us all rescue-

From the darkness that’s catching up so fast,

Ready to swallow our future and the good old past…