Birds
Birds, they fly high above the land, over
oceans, over mountains. They venture
out to partake of the feast that God does
lay out before them!
They gather materials to build their home
though squatter they may be. They build
love nests and they love, which is more
important than how big their house is,
or where it is.
Each morning they sing before the dawning
of the sun... as the sun rises with its
brilliant light.
Birds come in all different shapes and sizes,
each beautiful in their own way with their
own personalities and characteristics...
the same species; a variety of that same species.
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2014
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