A bird cry

It is cry not a song! 
(a bird cry) 

Sadly I do summon back my past prime, 

That pink blossom on almond branch, 

Those melodic songs of my playmates, 

When dawn's clock began up to chime,

And Glee was smiling over the ranch, 

The orchard filled with nuts deerberry and dates, 

O! liberty- afar Me how you escape away? 

Where' re our eyrie's- eggs, trips of mirth, 

Travellers -soujouners and that well wisher,

The heart is harrased by the May, 

Those smiles and coquette of Vint on happy earth, 

And sweet-smellings ofCamellia our sister, 

Her angelic eyes, that delicate dame like rainbow lorikeet, 

With breath's of she my cradle was sound, 

Alas! her voice didn't arrive at my eyrie, 

Ah! liberty rejoin back I lay in blazing heat, 

Recalling- alone the past prime- so pure, and dear ah! Sweet 

It is a cry of, "sadden heart" not a song