Lord Cam Poet Ballad

The Bird

Early This Morning, 
I observed a little black and white bird perched on a dry tree limb,
Without a care, without sentiment, nonchalant as ever.
Was it a he or she I could not tell, But He/She was very relaxed and unafraid,
Exhibiting the Emotion of sweet Happiness; And also one of of Pristine Peace, Peacefulness, Peaceableness, that transcended throughout my tender and welcoming Heart and Soul at that tender and welcoming moment. 
And That Happiness transmitted to me like an electric wave. 
I felt an electricity so strong that I felt like passing it onto someone else.
I felt the strongest inspiration, AND irresistible Urge and Motivation to pen this poem.

And Then out of the Bule all of sudden, It Started Chirping.
The Sweetest Music to my ear.
Like a beauteous and harmonious  trumpet in A-Minor, or a resonating Orchestra,
That had me so soo Spellbound.

Who says we cannot learn from a Bird?
Here's proof, that's a falsity...a fib...an empty fallacy or farce.
When One Can so deeply appreciate a scene like this,
There is Beauty in the Day.
And these simple little observations and appreciations help us to survive well, 
the inclement vicissitudes of this lovely but unfair life. 

Blessings like these take away the stresses.
And for these small mercies we should be forever grateful.
Much better to spend a little time appreciating the good of this world, 
Than to be locked in some frivolous overzealous and unnecessary fruitless, useless
And Pointless Argument with some moron. 
Or repeatedly murmuring and grumbling miserably in utter misery about something gone awry.
Not realising that miserableness and negativity and stressing are catching like coughing and yawning, Just as Positivity and Happiness are.

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