Category : Poems

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At ones last gasp 
When it feels all hope is lost
And all happiness is faded,
We look around for something of prime 
That would take that sadness from us 
Then out of the foggy midst of the sky
We hear all so suddenly a soothing plex 
A warming but complex sound
The whispering song from the trees.
What then brings us this comfort?
What then brings such calmness?
And at once constituting much peace
As I rise from my bed at dawn
Where does that inspiration breed?
Out of the corner of my eye
My soul catches the sources of this ingenious
A brown feathered creature, graceful
With it's long tail and breached beakIt, beautifully singing through the trees in the forest
Ah, to behold such great marvel!I remain speechless to this singing being
Fly forward dear bird,
Towards the east and the south and the 
North and West Sing on so that everyone may hear your humble tune
And dance comfortably to life's continuous rhythm.