The Voluntary End.

A pair of birds, they built a nest In a big tree branch in the forest That spread with a fine trunk, with strength Every thing they felt so happy They loved and loved and lived with pleasure The life was smooth, without fear One day they saw something moving beneath A serpent they saw was the thing Which they feared their Chick's life And cared well properly, always one in the nest The male bird flew to distant, for the food And carried to the nest to feed mother and chicks One day he missed his beloved half caught in a web A cruel poacher's act destroyed her Another day when he came back the little ones lost They the cruel serpent made its own bite The life's cruelty is beyond words The poor bird flew here and their in sorrow His love and attachment was so great At last he saw the poacher with another web At last he put himself to the extreme And caught in the web with consciousness This life is miserable without someone's love An act of detachment from this worldly life.