Murmerings

I hear the soft shiver of the trees
As they move in the slight breeze
I hear the soft and gentle cry
Of a bird that flies on by
I hear the soft whisper of the grass
As they move in the breeze, en mass
I hear the soft patter of the rain
As the clouds roll on by again

Intricate patterns
Form in the skies above
As birds draw together
And create their art with love

The calls from multitudes of birds
Creating art in the sky
The murmerings like brushes
Painting shapes from up high
Murmerings among other things
Make my heart soar

As the night draws gently in
I hear the darkness silence the din
As the world starts to gently sleep
I hear the night creatures weep
As the moon chants into my soul
That she's tired of her endless role
As she fails to tell all our dreams apart
Midnight murmurs steal my heart

Intricate patterns
Form in the skies above
As birds draw together
And create their art with love

The calls from multitudes of birds
Creating art in the sky
The murmerings like brushes
Painting shapes from up high
Murmerings among other things
Make my heart soar

Watch them fly high in the sky
When their calls enthrall
And their artful displays
Shaping the skies....

The calls from multitudes of birds
Creating art in the sky
The murmerings like brushes
Painting shapes from up high
Murmerings among other things
Make my heart soar

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