Chirping In The Morning

In the stillness of the morning,

Before the sun has even risen,

A symphony of sweetest sounds

Comes from the feathered wisps of vision.

The chirping of the tiny finch,

The swoosh of wings in the air,

The cooing of a dove soft and rich,

All woven together, a song to share.

The melody floats on the breeze,

A soothing balm for troubled souls,

It lifts us up and sets us free,

As nature's symphony unfolds.

For in this sound, there's power,

A healing balm for troubled hearts,

It fills us with hope, hour by hour,

And helps us make a brand new start.

So let us listen to the birds,

To the sound of nature's choir,

And let our spirits soar and fly,

On the wings of each heavenly desire.

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