Thought
A birdsong concert held in spring
Delights us on our morning walk
So many tuneful songs they sing
As ears catch these – no need to talk
Conducting lead or music score
Are not required for solo trill
Rendered songs sweet and pure
The air with joy of morning fill
Now, just to be and never cease
It stays alert, moves leg and arm
Attuned to that, we feel a peace
That fills to brim, allaying harm
Prayer
Lord, you alone move all limbs and form the birds with their divine songs. Thou art the air that transmits sounds as waves the ears that catch them and the network that recognises them. I offer my joy to Thee in thankfulness and appreciation.
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