A Hundred Wings (poetic ' rulers of the green' version)

A hundred eager watching eyes

That arrived from the skies

Now do rest in the tree

Above the ground, so wild and free

 

A hundred wings, that once did fly

The invisible roads, up in the sky

Travelling across the fields and hills

Through Summer heat and Winter chills

 

A hundred mouths, they do cry

A operatic aria, that rises high

A call to arms, a rallying call

A chant repeated by one and all

 

As they soar, wings spread wide

Across the beautiful countryside

Following its paths, that do lead

Eating its treasures, on which they feed

 

Done