The blackbird’s song thus convey.
To leave your worries all at bay.
The bird sings till the sun is down.
In the thicket of trees far from town.
A blackbird whistling upon an oak tree.
Awakens old memories in me.
As I walk among the fields in spring.
I hear the birds on the shrubbery sing.
Although the distance from home is long.
But when I hear the blackbird’s song.
I feel the moisture brought by rain.
And hence the flowers bloom again.
The blackbird’s song gains my affection.
Thus adding to my mind’s perception.
This song I take back with me home.
And whistle while my hair I comb.
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Posted for Grace’s Challenge @ Real Toads