where the bird sings, there I shall be
in a meadow, in a tree
enjoying a summer's breeze
there sings I, there sings me
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Lovely! How many of us have wished we could be a bird and just fly away when we wanted? Very well done.
Lovely! I got that light feeling that a bird must have. You really invoked a mood. Thanks for sharing. A perfect spring poem. I fall asleep to the sound of millions of insects and I wake every morning to the same singing birds.