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Little Bird
1 April, 2005
Author: Silent Witness

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I sit in this new place
Alone - just me
Content to listen to the
Calming wind whisper to the trees
When arrives the little bird to sing

A tiny thing no bigger than a leaf
With a voice that booms as vibrant as her colors
The colors of a new spring day
Warm wind ruffles her feathers
Yet she sings songs of praise

To the trees
To the heavens and the earth
And to me
All things the creator has made

She sings not of sorrow
Not of pain
Her angelic twitter resounds
A peace that can only
Be described as divine

------- Author's Notes -------

hope you all enjoy this was the view from my porch swing today

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Terrie* (65.148.201.223) -- Friday, April 1 2005, 02:07 am

Silent,

awww...i loved this...such a beautiful painted canvass you portray..so serene, so relaxing..and such a mesmerizing view upon your swing..thanx for this lovely sweet taste of sunrise from your heart ...Terrie*
silent witness (68.234.126.129) -- Monday, April 4 2005, 04:17 am

terrie

thank you for the vote of confidence you have reflected on each of my works u r great thanks
 
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