A cardinal sings in the forest red
Soaring high in the lonely sky;
Flying without a thought of dread.
My once peaceful thoughts,
All filled with love,
Die
With the presence of night.
Sleeping alone again,
Wishing beyond my own might
For autumn to hurry
Before I'm dead.
With the rise of a liberating sun,
I awoke
And saw an old friend take flight
Far across the morning sky of which I spoke.
I watched this marvelous sight
Of autumn life,
I could only dream of.
It came to rest upon the branch of an Oak
Already shared with the likes of a dove,
With whom he began to sing a song of beautiful hope.
