Musings of morning birds


it is morning!
and I can hear the morning birds singing.
beautiful are their voices,
with a touch of a super feel. 

wonderful escorts of a beholding day,
convoys of a gladly day.
their melodies are a million hope filled,
and their brightly feathers—a thousand fold dreams.

on this morning tale I weave,
in this ink piece I pour,
I see a brighter day ahead—
and a miracle about to work wonder.

even if hope is fading like the vapours of stews,
and faith failing on it fulcrum—
these sweet voices from the birds;
gives new hopes, faith, and dreams— to see the light ahead.

The Village Thinker! © 2014


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