With the chirping of the bewitching bird
Ko! Ko! Ko! The woodpecker went
Its voice as caressing to the smiling heart
Its knock enticing the grow-able bud

It is the sound that precedes the dawn
And the seed in Canaan starts the sprouting
And the seedling begins the growing
And the gardeners commence to mourn

Weren't you pleased with the sweet guild?
Now you aren't ready for the blessed commodity?
Did you expect one to do the multiplicity?
Yet to each other, you are glued.

When the day dawns at dusk
Life will patently use its chalk