Birds Chirping In Flight
B-eneath the wide blue sky,
O-ne dawn rises from slumber;
N-ew morn has just broken
I-n thirtieth day November.
P-ouring rain from above
I-s nowhere to be found;
N-o more mist to see,
E-xcept the crimson all around.
D-eny not the beacon that brings warmth and light;
A-llow him to brightly bathe the birds chirping in flight.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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