If this is your desire
I won't speak to thee O tree.
Be a bird with branches dear,
and let your spirit free.
If my song is the boomerang,
and your words melody,
then, give me back my song
and your blues take from me.
the bird is singing sitting In the branches dear but the low voice you listen not ever
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That entered my heart and mind like a wonderful song! Thank you! Namaste