Song bird
Precious to hear, in a glen of clear.
A songbird’s trill, in lea or hill.
A mosaic of sound, a beauty unbound.
Choirs of morning, delicate yet soaring.
Trill does the bird, Unknowing he’s heard.
Soothes my thought, with his song it has brought.
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