Hear The Call


Hear the call

Of the bird on the pane

How loud it can be

With a touch of the flame


A call so tender

So light and clear

Like a whisper so low

In the still of the night


Wings on high

Wings below

Wings to embrace

Wings so bold


In the morning light

Sun shining bright

Rain falling down

With pitter patter


Birds flying in flight

Such a pretty sight

With great delight

Birds in song


As they go away

Flying in the clouds

With the greatest of ease
So they can please


Hear the call

The sound so loud

Wings holding tight

Whisper low



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