"To be in nature remote, alone is to enter
a portal into another realm unknown.
_by Constance
I am a tree beside a rippling blue stream, birds nest in my gnarled branches; oh, I love the little babies tweeting for food. Gentle winds whisper through my leaves, even restless wild winds torment me; but, I am strong and my roots are deep. Come rest beneath me- just you and me, let the rippling stream calm your soul; while all around a thousand birds are singing. _________________________ January 24, 2021 Poetry/Verse/A Thousand Birds Singing Copyright Protected, ID 01-1323-402-24 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, Open Poetry I sponsor, Charlette Puddifoot, Judged 01/27/2021
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