Once in a land that had only one tree
a bird came and sat and sang on my knee.
And in a place that had only one bird
I sat under a tree that said that he'd heard
of a place where the branches were full
of birds that sing at the start of the dawn.
Once in a land that had only one bird
a tree came to tell me of what he had heard.
That in a place where there's only one tree
the birds will come and sing on your knee.
And the point of the story, I'm sure you must see
only one bird will tell all of trees
about that place where they sit and sing on your knee.
But in a place where there are acres of trees
it is rare to find one that comes to tell me
of what he had most definitely heard
about that land that has only one bird.
But if you sit at the start of the dawn
in the land with one bird and with trees it is full
you'll wait a very long time, you will see
before it sits and sings on your knee.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds-and-the-trees/
