The Music Of The Birds Poem by Jim Yerman
The Music Of The Birds
We stood in the breezy silence...as darkness blanketed the lake...
waiting...watching...listening...for the morning to awake.
As Dawn gently pulled back that blanket...the birds came out to play...
and in a symphony of sound and color...welcomed in the day.
We felt blessed to be standing there...searching for the words
to describe the beauty of that moment...in the music of the birds.
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4/16/2024 2:27:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
With the songs of the birds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.