High in the tree, on the topmost branch,
Eying the cool liquid below,
She starts to sing as morning begins,
And the south wind begins to blow.
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Awesome lenitive lines about a feathered singer whose music filled your poetry in vivid images. Wonderful to read, a refreshing work