When I started life I started well
Somewhere on a tree I knew a hundred doves
Each season, one flies and others follow
Sometimes, sometimes they come back
But most times, each season
When they fly off, not as many return
I started with a hundred doves
Stood, on my favored tree
One named, Peter, Julie, Sarah
And Paul was another with a name in line
When I started life I started well
Somewhere on a tree I knew a hundred doves
Each season I lose one or two or three
Sometimes more, at a go
Last I counted, I was down in figures
On single digits, my tree looks empty
Most of my doves have long flown off
And each season I keep losing more
Hoping to reverse this extinct fear
Each year I lose more and more
The weather, has changed
The earth is with thirst, harsh the sun
A hundred friends and love I have lost
Each year I lose some more...
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