And firm upon that lofty perch
He cried amongst the gulls
seldom words would strike the waves
in raging torrent's lulls
the storm it mocked this futile act
and blew back every plea
and threatened him and beckoned him
and drew him to the sea
just like many days before
and many days to come
calm and beauty hold that place
where mortals hearts succumb
and gulls they coast the warming breeze
softly against blue skies
Oblivious of broken lives
Unmindful of demise
And so the child trod daisies light
The path along those heights
A place for conversation's dwell
A place for flying kites
A drawing point to warm the soul
'neath suns of every hue
And life goes on
And death goes on
Goodbye, farewell, adieu
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