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BIRD THAT SINGS IN THE DARK
There is a bird in the morning when the sky is painted black
Who every other bird I’m sure, must think a maniac...
While all her friends are sleeping...heads nestled neath their wings
this bird rises before the rest...and all she does...is sing.
She sings at the top of her lungs...before the sun’s first glow.
Does she know morning is approaching?
It’s dark...how can she know?
But she fills the night with music...my morning walk with grace
and tho I’ve never seen her...I imagine there’s a smile on her face.
It’s such a lovely song she sings during the day/night interlude
and I admire her determination...her faith...her fortitude.
In this time of uncertainty and apprehension…
when it’s confidence we lack
We can draw inspiration from a bird
who sings in the morning
when the sky is painted black.
