Owen once told the earth the whole story,
For his passing was soon to come.
The stars, the trees, the grass and even the owls,
Heard every last word.
But he told the tale at night,
When the world does rest.
And the birds don’t fly
And the fish don’t swim
Owens story soon became a myth of the night,
And an object of daytime discussion and desire.
But men did wonder
So men did search
They explored at day
When the world does live,
And the tigers do run
And the lions do growl
The men never found the secrets
That the sun was hiding.
And never questioned why
Owen told his story when the world does rest.
