Birds sing at night

Life and death to order,as it were

upon things setting down our lives

seconds in life,radiant and blur

learn to grin,things may go, pass by.

loathsome souls nowhere floating

were its like seasons passing by

and if their wings hadnt been cut

home is where they would depart.

why we all are ought to runaway

and thus we are convicted to sway

while last of them are heading into the light

i wonder,can birds sing at night?

''for us and for my hopeless plight.''