The birds make different sounds throughout the day,
When I wake up the whole world is awash
With the cacophony of chords they play
They wake me up as subtly as a cosh.
Between me and a plane a bird it flies
And I am grounded here upon the earth
With nothing in my head but dreams and lies
And wondering if anything's of worth.
A dove is cooing in a distant tree
It's gently purring to its lover there
And stirring up a distant memory
Of whispering that you and I did share.
The birds are singing, telling tales of love,
Then flying off into the skies above.
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