The Folding of the Wings

Tell me why, this folding of the wings From on high, the fallen angels sing As the ground, is closing in so fast And the sound, like echoes of the past Reflect the light of morning That the sun is warming I can feel the world transforming A new day is dawning Dawning Dawning Dawning In the fields, the silent songbirds wait Folded wings, like shields of feathered plate Tiny things, with hearts beating so strong All at once, are bursting into song Rising in the evening The last of light retreating In the chill of night, so freezing The thrill of flight is fleeting Fleeting Fleeting Fleeting