A Song Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

My friends welcoming me, beaks all sing out, point up a wing inform words, it said fact, ends sting hurt; revealing ideals: give me a view.

Notes spoken, felt deep in my mind, touch walls, seed new thoughts, sow all fresh points, blow hits upgrading below sinks: it's sprouts that be.

Pals, on their top toes tips, do a team dance, put flips seen bright colors, likened of hips those clowns twists; of all had laughter: funny.

Both feet moving, all leaps high, hop to the land, loud note to thunder; a big pop sounding; joined their bop in freed cheers.

Their views providing hope, tips teach life's ways, a dip, dive giving advice, it to me that aid, in a nest, an egg twitch alive; bless a hive: it's a new to come birth.

This family order, speaks of their set rules, law to follow, in bare a new spirit, not felt fears sorrow, direct, toning my marrow; I to obey: I'm a new sparrow.

My heart felt inside a crisp beat sounds, thumps to hit loud within, ring bong that helps, telling complete its truth song; be Kong to war: aid enthusiasm.

My pal's home lifted, it's a fortress, placed high, now see my fast progress; it's all painless, closes harm issue; stop mounting fear: harmony.