Outside my window sang of love,
And though her song sounded morose,
It should remind us, give us pause,
That to the dove, the mournful sounds
With hope and happiness abound,
Of building a new nest of sticks,
Of hatching eggs, of raising chicks,
Of happy mornings, evenings late,
Of gurgling to her lifelong mate,
Of joyful times of summer fun,
Of hunting insects in the sun.
Thus the dove, with cadence stark,
That escaped from the nearby park,
With her sad song appeared to say:
“Celebrate life! Enjoy the day!”