Songs of a Feather
A robin holds her verdant perch
La primavera song
Now fills the air of nature’s church
As I stroll along
I stop to try and catch a glimpse
To witness her refrain
Beheld in beauty lush and green
So sweetly does she reign
Her heartfelt chorus carries me
It is suggestive of
What I would call, this morning
A feathered song of love
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