A Song To Sing

A song to sing With a hither and a dither A mighty river The troubled brows of people pour Blinkers, tinkers and many non-thinkers Flood rushing down washed up shores A surging roar! A song for sure, we should not endure Soaring high in advancing thicket A lone wren strives to sing Perched on a metal birch But the traffic still thunders and the wren is ignored And she must continue her search Cease that din!, she has a song to sing She flutters and flitters and scolds Emitting high pitched squeals Ever more raucous and shrill When all seemed lost And if by chance There came a witching sound Thrilling rounds of booming trill “Oh! what joy!, I have a song to sing!” That dawning morning Dressed with a new found glory She called with a hopeful “Churr, churr, churr” The message, swift and clear A statement for those that chose to hear That gleeful “Churr, churr, churr” “Hear! Come near, I have a song to sing” Her music made and sounds of warbling notes were heard Drifting, Floating Warming winters breeze The reply came quick “What darling rhapsody, come fly with me” “Fly, let's fly away please!” “Birdie dear, we have a song to sing” They stayed for a while Breast upon breast and a small caress United in harmony They now have a new song, all of their own Stronger, louder A rapturous symphony! “Fly, my love, we have a song to sing” Four wings flapped, upon the current They didn't eavesdrop on the bubbling chaos named din Not any Their chorus, resonating ripples of promise Embraced every grim nook and cranny Near and afar, they had songs to sing