Song Bird
April 6, 2019
The choir of song birds fill the sky
Each one voicing a melody
From the morning dove to the blue birds high
Composing and singing over me.
The choir of song birds fill the sky
Each one voicing a melody
From the morning dove to the blue birds high
Composing and singing over me.
I wait in the morning, as dew drips from the flowers the rays of light peek through as the clock ticks by the hour I wait in the morning, drowning out the sound of cars the honking becomes chirping the engines, wind from afar I wait in the morning, expecting to hear from You I … More I Wait in the Morning