red-wing blackbird

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.

 

Photo Credits: Β pilchuckaudubon.org

Form: Prose

Posted for Grace’s Challenge @ Real Toads