By D E P Dennis
If you get up early and go into the marshes
You can see the dew on the creatures of the dawn
Watch reed stems tremble in the softest of breezes
Let your heart sing praises to that bright summer morn.
Back in the old world there’s fighting and bloodshed
But here in the marshes sleeps peace, like a fawn.
Watch the cob guarding a clutch of new cygnets
Killing and gentleness – why your heart’s torn.
Who are we really, just beasts of the forest?
Killers who prey on the weak and forlorn
Or do we have sanctity somewhere inside us
Not killing but love is why we were born.