Are Birds Afraid To Fall

Are birds afraid to fall, As they hop from limb to limb? When the water’s rise to tall Are the fish afraid to swim? Do the trees refuse to bend Or the beast, refuse to eat In the rush of winters wind Or when summers grass is sweet? Do the minutes refuse to blend With the rush of passing time? Does the edge of heaven end Or do stars no longer shine? You can’t expect a man to walk, Towards the devil with burning chains. Or ask that he should never talk To the woman who salves his pains. Yet you expect that this man, Will turn and walk away, When everything that I am, Tells me that I should stay?