Whole Poem by Cody O'Hara

Oh what beauty doth the songbird
bring to mine ear upon this spring,

And so I sit among the trees
as notes come born upon the breeze,

Amid this world of song and sorrow
always still will come the morrow,

So fear not the dark of night
nor the brightest morning light,

For all that has passed, and all that may come
is but a note in the song we've sung,

And shall keep singing for all time
weaving together our sweetest rhymes,

Fear not endings for in their wake
come beginnings and chances ready to take,

And know that we shall stand together
bearing even the most harrowing weather,

Hand in hand, one heart, one soul,
We meet as one and become whole