In A Thousand Years From This Day

In a thousand years from this day birds will build their nests in Spring
And on the tree that marks his borders a golden billed blackbird will sing
And on the old shed rafters in their nest of feathers in a ball of hay
The house sparrows brown fledgelings will chirp all through the day.

Nature lives on forever and the grass will always grow
Though people like all things of life live for awhile and go
Into the unknown hereafter death is our destiny
The tiny mouse in the small hole behind the cupboard is no different to me.

Some western societies have their monarchs and the Indians have their sacred cow
But to the Goddess of Nature I for one will only bow
For she lives on forever and she will never die
Not for me your unseen God in his Kingdom in the sky.

To convert others to Nature something I would not try to do
I believe in each to their own belief and to your own self be true
And as for me I'm just a tiny grain in the great sands of time
Just one more ageing poetaster and an unsung man of rhyme.

In a thousand years from this day the young child to her mum will run to say
Mum I hear the magpies piping on the trees across the way
And the skylark will be carolling high above the mountain brow
As he flies to greet the dawning day in a thousand years from now.