There at the edge of the world,
She stood alone with her eyes on us all.
She swayed side to side in the darkness,
As she calmly awaited the call.

For months she had wondered about,
Growing older, slower and blind.
In her bones she had known for some time now,
That she was the last of her kind.



Caught between nature and man,
In a vice that she couldn't escape.
The bamboo was dying around her,
The forest, a victim of rape.

Once on a hill far away,
As she sat munching leaves in the shade.
Her children rolled around in the sunshine,
Beating down from a sea of blue jade.



Gone are the sun and the dreams,
Gone as well are the children she bore.
Either dead or else clowns in a circus,
It didn't matter anymore.

Her home was no longer her home,
Invaded by giants and a herds.
They crashed through the forest around her,
And gathered to look for their furs.



The Sky, will be your home tonight,
The Sky, will make you feather light.
Everything must end, no reason to weep,
It is not your fault now,
So, Dear Friend, lay down to sleep.

A Chinese legend tells why giant pandas are black
and white. As long ago all Panda's were all white.

Black Eyes

One day the Giant Pandas went to the funeral of a young girl.
They went with ashes on their arms as a sign of respect.
They were all so very sad.
They hugged each other in sorrow,
wiped their eyes to dry the tears,
and covered their ears with their paws,
to block out the sound of crying.
The ashes had stained their fur black.








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