" Unnoticed

There's a winter wren in Alaska
No man has laid eyes on her beauty
She sings in the spruce pine where she lives
No man has heard her song
She flies down to gather a twig for her home
No man has built her a house
She comes upon a bite to eat
A worm has a misfortunate morning
No man has thrown seed for her food
Overhead clouds cast a shadow in the dawn
She returns home
No man has noticed "

― Eric Overby , Journey