If The Mockingbirds Begin Not To Singby Alnel Flores

If the mockingbirds begin not to sing. <BR>And you shall see them withered up the tree. <BR>Then mourn yourself to the one’s decaying; <BR>For death now hath come for souls to be free. <BR><BR>If leaves of blossoms and pines turned brown, <BR>And too early for autumn they fallen. <BR>Then lament yourself for the one’s that down, <BR>For death will yield all that are forgotten. <BR><BR>If the streams in the forest they flows not; <BR>And fishes are thirst and there beds are dry. <BR>Then grieve yourself for the one’s yearned a lot, <BR>For death will roweth even water’s high. <BR><BR>If I gaze in the stars and I am smiling, <BR>And cool breeze of nippy air is at hand. <BR>Then cry yourself loud for I am leaving, <BR>For death have followed on what I demand.