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My Birds - They Chirp

I listen with my precious eyes alert Spring now on my mind - I hear you chirp Each new born day - the ears they chime Another day of joy it brings - birds she sings I wake - I breathe the morning air I seek the beat of each note with care And speaking out - I enjoy my tunes Endeavoring the outside - I wander through Life- speculating - I too see The robins- they glow - singing to me Still - I'm listening - with the sun beaming bright I am astounded - chirp- chirp - chirp Musta been you - musta been me woken today And I sit smelling the roses with the birds flying about They blossom in my heart - my day a new start Today I listen - today I wake - today I see Opportunity really surrounding thus - me I climb the mountains - I cross the bridges I overcome calamity - I feel the wind On ,my face , the breeze - It never ceases to amaze me Chirp - chirp- chirp - still musta been you awakening thee I listen it's like music to my ears I see spring - my breath - it overwhelms me And my roses that I love - a gift from God up above Enlighten me! I am this in love with the birds Singing in my ears - shedding tunes to time If only life would keep blessing my day And the roses as they bloom - I really adore you I 'm going to tell it to the whole wide world - I love you You fly into my life - you flourish me with blossoms I wake - I listen evermore - blessed I am tuned - I listen - I see visions in my head With God I wake - loving the chirp in spring instead And now that I found this beauty - I listen And smell the roses in my mind- I find That the notes I listen to they glisten Yet too the birds bring beauty to the soul Appreciating God's beauteous eyes on thee No weeping sorrow - I am with glee...

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