Blessed Are The Aves
In the high winds of summer
there are wild birds who soar,
and the ones who dive deep
to retrieve what they need.
In the clear skies above
our birds reach new heights;
They bring back all the seeds
and scatter them for all to feed.
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Seph Vi | Year Posted 2026
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