Donna

How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the autumn night.

In the village remote
just above the sight, a crow flies
Down below, the mighty land,
the mournful chicken in a coop lies

“Stop complaining!” said the owner,
“Who told you a chicken to be?
You got wings and yet you don’t fly,
like the crow so proud and free?”

Boulders tiny, stacked so light,
you could never brush aside
O my Donna, not your life
Be the crow, so smart and snide

Chicken are stopped and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the crow, has learned to fly.

PS : Inspired from this amazingly beautiful song by the indomitable Joan Beaz