And Yet…

The sweetest sound I ever heard
the crying of a little bird
who knew nothing but helpless need
and so he sung out for his feed.

The greatest warmth, at times I think
the enwrapped babe taking a drink
or yet unborn, he's warmer still
whose yet his lungs with air to fill. 

And yet the cries must cease.
The mother's gifts slowly decrease,
for if we will not leave the womb
it will become a tomb. 

It's beautiful, within its time, 
and yet the clock will chime. 
It's also grand when eagles dive, 
and so for man it's best he strive.