There is a song that the birds sing
In the early hours of the morning
As I lay amongst a field of flowers
And the sun dries last night’s rain
Rushing past me, I hear a river’s sigh
Content on its journey to unknown
I smell the earth, the trees, the water
I feel the wind as it whispers all its secrets
My hands reach out to feel the tall grass
As it bends softly in the breeze
I breathe in deep the fresh, cool air
And smile as a calm overtakes me
I only wish this weren’t a dream
A fleeting memory, a moment past
If I open my eyes it all disappears
And fades into the darkness of my mind
By Alice W.
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