The Little Bird Knows Naught

I hear an ode to joy break forth,
in tune with sun arising 
          above the earthly swarth,
the little bird know naught of horrid war, 
the simple song is its single chore~
an innocent melody of pure delight
reaching even unto heaven’s golden height.

naturespiritualrhyme

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