Rebirth

In a tower, bells are ringing,

In the trees small birds are singing,

And a peacock calls from

Down on Lone Oak Lane.

I am waiting for a barn owl to appear.

Mine has been a fortunate birth,

Among the many on this Earth,

So what's a war or two between old friends,

Or some time spent with the doctors 

Now and then?

I'm just an old guy in his garden

But one thing is clear to see,

As I think about what's been and going to be.

In my next life I am coming

Back as me.