Singing Birds Poem by Sunday Igwebuike
Singing Birds
As I moved along the path, This early morning, The birds were singing songs, On top of the tree, But the voice was discordant. As I moved further and further, Down the road, The birds were not saying the same thing. Then I prayed as I moved, Further and further down the highway, Then the singing became clear, Sweet and harmonious! Now my friend, Which voice are you hearing?
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