The path ahead, it’s new, you see
Things needn’t be the way they seem
They won’t remain as such for long
For we can write our own birdsong
Soothing leaves, they drift with ease
They ride on every autumn’s breeze
Gently gliding to the edge
They are reborn upon the ledge
Destinations, far unknown
When these seeds have hatched and grown
They will blossom, they will give
All the things life needs to live
They will pave the way for us
And I will say this, if I must
Let them show where we belong
As we write, our own birdsong
How the World Should Work 