where the bird sings, there I shall be
in a meadow, in a tree
enjoying a summer's breeze
there sings I, there sings me
little dove singing
singing, singing, la, la, la, shall I take a bow
or with a lovely zephyr, take wing and fly now
Lovely! How many of us have wished we could be a bird and just fly away when we wanted? Very well done.
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Lovely! I got that light feeling that a bird must have. You really invoked a mood. Thanks for sharing. A perfect spring poem. I fall asleep to the sound of millions of insects and I wake every morning to the same singing birds.