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Red birds dancing from branch to branch, their melodies filling the air, Simple consciousness brings peace, love at it’s basic level of vibration, All the while higher levels of beings surround and are filled with despair,
A Cardinal Sings With soft red wings Such happy things Underneath the shade of a tree Right now he only sings to me!
The early morning dew, glistening on the autumn leaves.
The cardinal is red Happy as can be With its wings spread