The Songbird And The Cricket - Poem by Saint Eule
Hearing the songbirds sweet song,
Hails in the morning.
Another day on earth, I prolong,
Bring in the light sojourning.
At night I rest as the cricket plays his fiddle,
He feels safe from the bird, natures riddle.
Each their symphonic melody wanes in best,
A joyful day begins, or a peaceful night of rest.
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