Bird Song
From a foreign land a bird sings,
its song is echoed around caves,
it reverberates off mountains,
the wind carries it on his shoulders,
the waves throw it towards shore,
it pierces the clouds like a knife,
and wafts with the chimney smoke,
it rides on the suns rays of delight,
it roars louder than a princely lion,
and whispers quieter than silence,
it falls to earth with the rain,
it soars over forests and fields,
it battles through the elusive night,
and eventually reaches my ears.
Copyright © Verity Smith | Year Posted 2010
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