Sweet Melody
On the evening breeze
the sweet melody of birds
is the only sound I hear,
music without words.
They sing the setting sun
to its nightly rest
and bid adieu to day
as they settle in their nest.
Like an orchestra they play,
different notes from each one.
I'm surrounded by their melody
as I watch the setting sun.
On the evening breeze
the sweet melody of birds,
filling my soul with joy,
music without words.
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