Birds SongA Poem by minislaWoke up this morning I opened my door Walked for a while to greet a new day Seemed so quiet usually is at this time Noticing mornings lately getting brighter I came upon a woodland with an abundance of trees The wind whistled through them it sounded eerie When out of nowhere came this heart rendering sound It was so crisp and so clear all other sound drowned Sound echoed off trees with no hope of tracing I looked on the ground and among every treetop But nowhere could i find where it hailed from As I walked on I felt my heart slowly racing I feel I'm closer now than ever before the beautiful sound is much crisper than before I stop and take heed feel like one wrong step is all It will take for this enchanting song to cease In front of me stands the tallest of trees Its top reaches up as far as my eyes can see It's there that I see the owner of this magical chorus It's the Bird with the most imaginative of versus I sit there for hours but in reality bare minutes Gazing in awe wondering who created all of this To be enjoyed by all but few stop to listen It's too often exploited and not easily comprehended It sings this melody a regular occurrence I assume to let all know why all was created I speak of the Blackbird not the most extravagant in colour Only distinguished by the dull or bright yellow It leaves when song ends and without me knowing Will it be the last song I'll hear with such feeling I continue my journey now filled with more meaning To the Blackbird I thank you for making my morning
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5 Reviews Added on January 16, 2012 Last Updated on January 22, 2014 AuthorminislaIrelandAboutPutting feelings on paper. I'm not one for reading excruciatingly long stories. Like everything in life short and too the point. No time for dilly dallying. more..Writing
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