Acceptance of Souls

So many blackbirds in a tree, But not Cindy and her family, They’re on the ground, collecting seeds For all those birds up in the tree And they’re not the only ones kept down, There’re plenty of birds around, Because they found upon their chests Two Ruby feathers in a heart-shaped crest, When it seemed that it was best To wear not but black upon one’s chest So it was and would still be, Without the heart-bird who’d learned to sing, He taught them all to sing, And they’d sing and sing until the sound Woke some tree-birds who looked down And, for the first time, found Beauty in those birds on the ground, Then, just to further astound, They went to join the heart-marked crowd Next the heart-bird who could sing Led them all to take wing, They flew about the blackbirds’ nests, Wearing proud their heart-marked chests As the tree filled with their sweet sound, It seems their leader was knocked to the ground, But the song did earn their nests the the tree, And they would always remember their ‘King’, The bird who had first taught them to sing