BLACKBIRD SINGS
Blackbird Sings
When I saw a blackbird singing out its morning song ,
I heard my name why it had been singing on ,
My heart jumps along ,
My heart drinks in the song:
Cool pleasure fills my heart with so much love ,
He spreads each nerve of his little wing as he sings
Next to me ,
My mind started thinking about all kids of things ,
Changes that needs to be made ,
If I don't like something then chang it and make it right ,
My heart is stirred and cool kinda way ,
As when a wind-moved brier sweeps at my face ,
Then I look to change my attitude about the songs of a blackbirds ,
My pulses beat very fast with joy of a song of a little blackbird ,
The mountain ash tree is were the blackbird lives
rustling a few frozen leaves ,
Brittle chimes in the evening the little blackbirds sings .
Lilly Emery (C)
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