Dorian Petersen Potter
They Sing (Tritina)
This morn I seem to hear the warblers sing
And it is one of the loveliest things
To think they build their nests among the trees.
Then you can hear them singing from the trees
And with such melodious voice they all sing
While my mind think then just beautiful things.
When warblers sing I dream of many things
Sometimes I just catch them flying from trees
And as they soar the sky one of them sing.
It sings while I think of things, birds and...trees!
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