My Beech is full of song birds
On this dull and dingy morning
All singing their hearts out
Their carolings alive
Such exultation of this Winters dankness
Revelling perhaps just to survive

The night their roost
Wherever that was clearly
Seemingly euphoric thus they share
The music of the flighty
That come across as mighty
For me a poet making me aware

Hopefulness apparent is a good thing
Joie de vivre a splendid way to start
Any day good cheer and joviality
Jaunty bright eyed chipper from the heart
No doubt the tree creates this church and singing
Its feathered branches thrust into the sky
Perches for its feathered friends
Positivity it sends
To every little soul that likes to fly.

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