When Birds Sing

Flight is a fickle thing
When birds sigh
And when birds sing
Of how it sits upon windy puffs
Of blue and cloud and song.

Flight is a silly thing
When birds bend
And when birds bring
Their tunes into the calm cool morn
Of pink and mist and song.

Flight is a joyous thing
When birds flee
And when birds fling
Themselves from the green chords
Of grey and earth and song.

Flight is a fearful thing
When birds cry
And when birds cling
To the melody they too quick forget
Of gold and stone and song.

Flight is a trying thing
When birds run
And when birds ring
’Round and ’round and ’round a repeating phrase
Of green and fire and song.

Flight is a heartfelt thing
When birds wait
And when birds wring
Out the sorrows from their ballad
Of white and air and song.

Flight is a victorious thing
When birds smile
And when birds sing
Of what they saw and what they felt
Of blue and cloud and song.

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