Good morning, I say to the lark,
Why have you been hiding in the Dark?
I've been alone, she replies,with no One around.
I miss everyone, she says with a Frown.
There's a rumor going around, you see.
That, consequently, is relating to me.
And everyone is believing the lie,
Attractive like rotted food to a fly.
While I sit here, sulking in a tree,
They are being careless and free.
To this I say things will never change
If you yourself don't make the change.
So the lark went out to set things Straight,
To sort out the truth before it was Too late.
And everything was normal again, all Problems put aside.
And finally at peace, the lark sighed.