Who makes a wail in the forest?
He asks and runs to the west,
As the brown-headed cowbird slumps on nest,
Which scared the playing-birds and fly to the east
He walks back lonely as a cloud,
As the warble of birds loud,
To feed the breeding-mammals in farm,
But horror plays with them; they were in calm.
He left the path of noisy forest
And walks wearily to the mountain 'o rest
'o receive the cold zephyr from the east
Peace when will you reign in the west? .
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Mundane, simplistic and rustic way of connecting with nature and dealing with problems. Thanks. Who makes a wail in the forest? Peace when will you reign in the west? .