The Lark And The Rose Poem by Patti Masterman

The Lark and the Rose they were meeting
By a brick, near the Rosebush’s place,
And they chatted of rain and of weather;
How age always leaves its trace.

Then Lark said she knew of a Sparrow
Who left his young fledglings behind,
Rose said yes, this new generation
To morality's certainly blind.

Then Rose said she'd heard of a gardener
Ripped all his plants from the ground;
The government paid, just to burn them-
Sent checks, just for sitting around.

Said she worried that in the near future,
Even Roses would be somewhat rare;
And gardens would be gone completely-
And only a few left would care.

Then too, trees might get in their way,
And a few mighty saws, take them down-
And pretty soon after, she’d wager,
Not a single bird nest would be found.

How it started with just a few Sparrows,
Who couldn't be bothered to raise
Their young, and flew far from the neighborhood,
And followed some careless new ways.

And the flowers and the birds that said
Not a single word, seeing the waste
Of the gardens and trees, that went missing-
Until it was right in their face.

If you never can open your mouth
To fight for the rights of a few,
There'll be no one left to defend
By the time it all comes down, to you.