The Birds' Language A ballad style poem by @DogCrazyee In morning light, the branches sway, A song made of the robins's pray, The soft, sweet melody of the blue jay. What kinds of secrets do their hearts convey? The robin calls, a sweet refrain, Of springtime joys, of sun and rain, While sparrows chat in gentle tone, Their laughter dances through the zone. The lark ascends with notes so high, A tale of hope that fills the sky, “Awake, dear hearts, and spread your wings, For life is bright, as morning sings.” The crow, with wisdom hard and bold, Shares stories of the brave and old, “Be wary of the shadows cast, For time will whisper of the past.” And swallows swoop in graceful place, They speak of journeys, wide and pace, “Together we will find the way, Through storms and sun, July 'til May.” So listen close, the world’s alive, In every song, the dreams survive, The birds do share their sacred lore, A language soft, forevermore.
I wrote the poem in the instructions above ^ this is for @PorcelineDollyx 's poetry contest. I made the thumbnail on canva.
