Birdsong

The path ahead, it’s new, you see

Things needn’t be the way they seem

They won’t remain as such for long

For we can write our own birdsong

Soothing leaves, they drift with ease

They ride on every autumn’s breeze

Gently gliding to the edge

They are reborn upon the ledge

Destinations, far unknown

When these seeds have hatched and grown

They will blossom, they will give

All the things life needs to live

They will pave the way for us

And I will say this, if I must

Let them show where we belong

As we write, our own birdsong


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