• Seldom seen upon the trees
    the wind that speaks of folly
    such of naught to speak thy greet
    the mocking bird flies loftily

    oh man to whom chase hearts desires
    with souls left judged content
    when truths requires acquired
    Let emotions fires repent

    what path ye chose that led ye here
    be straight with love endeared
    with angel shield and angel spear
    here on no greetings feared.