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Birds Will Sing
We all follow our destiny
A poet will write, what is right for thee
Whether chatterbox or Silent One
On our marks we are set
And follow fore ordained scripts
Since times beginning, begun
All birds shall take wing
Compelled to sing, twittering
To God as to Man
It matters not who
They sing their song to
For all will understand
Doorstep birds sing
Don't worry about a thing
Cause everything will all be alright
The sky will be blue
Under which nothing is new
And flocks will take graceful flight
Tall Skyscraper nests or
Empty Wilderness,
Audience of Man, beast, or none
Birds will be Birds
And Birds will sing
Until God turns out the sun.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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