It was well before the summertime when
Several of us gathered to perform in a glen.
We brought along all our instruments
And sat among the riverbed's sediments.
With pride, we blasted in multi-harmony
As hummingbirds keep in tempo with every wing
And newborn cardinals find their power to sing
And we lose ourselves to this spring symphony.
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