For The Soul

Wake up one morning
To the shrill sound of birdsong,
The crisp wind rattling my window screen and
Making the flowers shiver.
And I wonder:
“What would it be like
To be those birds
Gracing everyone
With their Morning Song?
What would it be like
To be that crisp wind
Making the flowers
And the people shiver?”
These are the things I wonder
I wish to find out
But yet, chances are
I will never know.

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