Out in the country I hear the birds
chirping before the dawn’s first light
waking me up with their songs.
So many melodies
I wonder in awe
and mystery
the lyrics
to their
songs.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Out in the country I hear the birds
chirping before the dawn’s first light
waking me up with their songs.
So many melodies
I wonder in awe
and mystery
the lyrics
to their
songs.
I do, too! It always sounds like their is meaning to their songs…