Still They Sing
Morning glowed
in green ominous reflections
while slick grey shadowed skies hovered and storms loomed
forming a single stretch of hazy white all encompassed gloom;
the wind restless and unsettled
rose in chilled squalls
as the rain became a wild torrent blowing right and left
with pelting drops of rain drumming against the earth bereft
but in the distance
joyous and seductive
the reverie and song of birds repeats melodious in the chill
with whistles, warbles, babbles, chirps and trumpeted trills
each and every one
in serene contemplative catharsis
filled with song and awe inspiring ardent gratitude
of being alive in the world at large so easily subdued.
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