Wednesday, July 31, 2013


Shrill sound song in stretch of throat,
feathered breast of bird released,
in softened tufts tumultuous notes,
dance through blossom's opulent crease.

Galleries of serried, branching trees,
where sit the singers of the morning choir,
cacophonic call on dawn's desired breeze;
each breath symphonic, just as soul desires.

In sumptuous supplemented source is found,
the glorious grace of life so vocalised,
in depths unknowing, raised from earthly ground;
a rampant rolled, rejoicing unto life.

In bright-beaked,  birthed becoming it is done,
with feathered fluff as shake of waiting wing,
and heads held high as harmony is flung;
eternal purpose  served as each one sings.

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