Beautiful sounds from the near dark of dawn
Sleep evades me, without even a yawn
The birds sound jubilant through their bright song
I now know that this ideal has been wrong
They are not rejoicing for the new day
They are bidding their foes to stay away
The males are fighting to protect their zone
No being in nature is left alone
Man is not the only source of trouble
Insomnia has bursted that bubble
Peace is a lie, even in what seems pure
How can we fix what nature cannot cure?