GLORY BE.

GLORY BE.

A Poem by Singing Bird
"

Just happy to be.

"

GLORY BE.

 

Rainbows in my room.

Crystals for curtains.

Dappled shade

thru lime green leaves.

 

The warmth of the sun

on my sleepy eyelids.

Gladness in the early morn.

 

Blessings of laughter

in myriad birdsong.

Richness and warmth

of heart have I.

 

My soul vibrates.

A sense of belonging.

Nurtured in a new day dawned.

 

 

 

© 2013 Singing Bird


Author's Note

Singing Bird
Good to be alive!

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i enjoyed this a lot, it's so warm and positive, it really does help you appreciate the little things in life. also i love the images, they're just so radiant and full of life .
" My soul vibrates.
A sense of belonging."
these lines truly speak to me as well

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Singing Bird

11 Years Ago

Thankyou Azriel. glad they do.



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Oh, yes! It's good to have a bright new morn.
Nice piece, SB.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Singing Bird

11 Years Ago

Thank you dhaye for saying so.
You walk in beauty. Beautifully written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Singing Bird

11 Years Ago

Thank you Brandon W. Tis a pleasure to convey thus.
i enjoyed this a lot, it's so warm and positive, it really does help you appreciate the little things in life. also i love the images, they're just so radiant and full of life .
" My soul vibrates.
A sense of belonging."
these lines truly speak to me as well

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Singing Bird

11 Years Ago

Thankyou Azriel. glad they do.

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Singing Bird
Singing Bird

Surat, Maranoa, Australia



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57year old Female. Been writing poetry since 1986. Am a jeweler. Work with glass, twisted wire and copper foil to make unique lamps, tea lites etc; Do healing art drawings. Sing for my supper. more..

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A Poem by Singing Bird