Sing Your Song Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
Sing Your Song
The sounds of early morning,
The sweetness of the light,
As birds sing out their chorus,
The beauty of their flight.
I see the pretty Robin,
His vigour as he flies,
He is my special morning friend,
He loves to sit awhile.
To take in all around him,
And then he sings his song,
The loveliness of nature,
Is there to look upon.
Bluetits forage through the food,
Upon the old bird stand,
Life and nature go together,
Surely hand in hand.
It's the little things of life that mean,
The very world to me,
Sing out your song sweet morning birds,
As happy as can be.
Jayne Louise Davies
It gives me immense pleasure to revisit this wonderful poem....beautifully penned.
Beautiful, just utmost beauty, TOP Marks for this loveliest poem I ever read this morn, it made my day! TFS
Two days ago, I saw a chickdee Like this poem it made me smie
He is my special morning friend, he loves to sit awhile. To take in all around him, and then he sings his song....sweet poetic expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 5:42:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The bird have really been active of late. I agree about the little things! ! 5*****
Thank you Rob x I appreciate your comments x
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