Morning Song

Birdsong punctuates
the cool morning air
as long tree shadows
meet the sun advancing
upon the dewy grass
Deeply breathing in
the pine-scented air
I am filled
with peace and joy
at nature's wonder
Bare my soul to this
Let my heart sing
Holding this moment close
to retrieve in hard times.

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HikingMan · 51-55, M

The bird sings...,
To no one in particular.
Piercing and shrill.
Melodic and absonant.
Seen and unseen.

The music continues
Flying on the breeze...,

Like the bird itself.
It takes wing inside the forests of your mind.
A gentle reminder....,
Reminding us that new songs come.

With or without us.

~The Snowdog

I'm a parakeet....

PoetryNEmotion · F

@HikingMan *mutters* More like those annoying yellow and green budgies.

HikingMan · 51-55, M

@PoetryNEmotion I agree...., I can be annoying.
But I did like your prose, and it did inspire me to write something new...

After all...., the energy of the Oak King and The Sun demands me to be creative...

The bears say I should probably stick around, but they weren't clear on the why's of it all....

My trip has been delayed.

May real joy, abundance, and the connection of all living things overtake you.

Peace,
Rob

PoetryNEmotion · F

@HikingMan The bears are correct this time. Glad you are inspired. You are a man and a poet. Hush this bird name. Peace to you. This shift is soon done.

HikingMan · 51-55, M

@PoetryNEmotion
I am an irreconcilable beast.
A man..., trapped inside a poet.
A parakeet, trilling from inside his cage.
Claws bared, and beak bloody....

Just another song..., sung already....

By bears who are much wiser than I might ever be....

I belong in a place my heart can't ever accept.
It's all how it's meant to be, my friend.

Some cages needed to be built.
Some foundations must stand forever.

I am just a foundering ship;
Anchored !

Not even Hecate would argue my facts.
I am darkness wrapped in light.

I protect what I must for the sake of those who believe in me.
I can't be anything else.

Not until Death comes to claim me.

I accept it.

HikingMan · 51-55, M

The way is set.
The path; Beaten.

The drums call us all to dance.
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HikingMan · 51-55, M

May the stars carry your sadness away...,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty...,
May hope forever wipe away your tears...,
And above all..., May silence make you strong !
~Chief Dan George

Monidoo Mukwa
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