Feathered

There used to be a time

When life used to be an easy ride,

I woke up with the sunlight,

Chirped in delight...

Home used to be found with ease,

As there used to be many trees,

We never had to leave,

Because nobody used to cut the trees,

It is a different time now,

When life has become a hard ride,

Men cutting the trees now,

Leaving us with no eyrie...

With towers taking the place of trees,

Signals taking the place of breeze,

And twitter cheeps taking the place of my cheeps,

Life is no more a, please...

There used to be a time,

When life used to be an easy ride...