No Birds Do Sing

This could be heaven

Shallow spreads of ordered lawns

I like the illusion, illusion of privacy

The careful trees blending so perfectly

Bland planned idle luxury

Life in lovely allotted slots

A token nice, a nice constitution

A layered mass of subtle props



This could be heaven

Mild mannered mews

Well intentioned rules to dignify a daily code

Lawful order standard views

This could be heaven