In a wood a bird is born
Singing to the springtime
Have you heard his voice?
Touchingly simple and pure
Birdsong in the bush!
In a summer's sky
The male bird chases the female bird
He finds love, and only once
He is playful, loving and faithful
Birdsong in the bush!
Then when the fog of September
Rolls on in,
They prepare before the cold
Some die in the winter,
But they die happy!
Peter Ruellan 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
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