A Blend of Song and Joy
Birds like to perch upon a limb to sing
but today the gathering is silent and sad
Unknown to them my breath drew last
my morning whistle call was not heard
One bird summoned the others to comfort him
Softly he spoke to the other birds that huddled close
They also were taken from their connection and joy
In distress one by one they began to call out
One bird said he knew of the whistler’s demise
They all flew off to sing and say goodbye
I am now resting under those solemn trees
where birds mourn for their whistlers that passed
If you hear them sing, please whistle back for me
The compassion was equal with unconditional love
Filling my heart with melodies only birds can sing
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