Such Things Should Never Happen

Such things should never happen, but we die The swallow finds an oak to nest her young Defenseless between the Earth and the sky Uncounted beneath a vast, indifferent sun A mother holds her baby to her breast She trusts in you, yet does not dare to breathe As the baby sparrow falls from its nest As the mighty oak does not appear to see Such things should never happen, but they do Beside a little box, a mother cries The swallow seeks to build its nest anew The oak tree lifts its branches to its eyes