If the world was to end tomorrow
I would still delight in the birds today
Amidst injustice, war and sorrow
To You, Most Merciful, I pray.
And if I do meet my Maker tomorrow
Because humanity has gone so far astray
I would tenderly and carefully borrow
Songs, flowers, rainbows and the birds’ play.
Give it up to Mother God, because tomorrow
Has been carelessly and ruthlessly thrown away
Thank Her for Creation with a sprig of pink yarrow
And love songs the birds to my heart did sweetly convey.