words don’t come
to speak you
though i sit here
drinking this jubilation
watching leaf shadows
turn to jewel birds
as morning takes the hill
takes me,
washes the gushing
of the season
in light only flowers can speak,
light only birds can sing.
would i choose the way of the flower,
way of the bird
bones feather light
with no words to weigh them
only pulse joyous quick
singing the world into being.
would i come here
to this garden
just to sing you.
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Yes…as that singing 🎶 will be truly beautiful….melodious….and expressive…
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