The Sweet Sound of Summer

I see the bird, on the ground. 
No longer to hear his sweet sound.
His time has come
Dead he lies, few remember him.

What did you do?
What was your crime?
You have died, before your time.

So many songs still to be sung
This day has just begun.
But no song did you sing,
No longer do you cry for the sun,
You didn't wait to see the joy it might bring

You have taken the knowledge,
you found out the truth,
you found it all too soon,
The price for wisdom
Death.

Your corpse lies,
food for the flies
your fire has burnt out
Too brightly you shone

The sweet sound of summer has left.
My mortality, reflected in your death.