Entropy

Entropy
CopyrightVictorSluder2005

Where are the songs of spring?
Where are the eyes that sing?
Where are the hearts that once,
With music, soared on golden wing?
Where is a song, as then,
Melody made of laughter,
Strong, with an echo after,
Ringing, then again?
Gather everyone! Form a great committee!
Seek in every town, search in every city!
Ask "Did anyone chance to see some token?"
Task yourself that none, none who saw, has spoken.
Mourn for the songs of spring!
Mourne the expiring day!
Mourn for the birds of Youth and Truth,
Alas, that fly away.