Sharing the sun
We share our world
Flying together
We fly as one
Loving each other
Our love takes flight
Spreading my wings
I fly with you
Kookaburra, kookaburra
What do you say to me?
In the morning, dark and cold
You cackle your song at me
Out of slumber, out of sleep
You raise your voice at me
Laughing, mocking while I wake
Wrenching me from my dreams
I woke up this morning to the birds singing their morning song. I never realized I missed them until I heard them again this morning. The birds are singing, and I’m home!
The best part of today
Was an angel bird
Singing angelic songs
To a waking world
The wind caresses my skin
As the birds begin to sing
The sun bids farewell
As the moon takes its stand
My lungs are filled
With the song of spirit
And I feel one
With light and love
And nature
The song of the birds
Singing their sweet sounds
Echoes into my heart
We are merely life
Taking on many
Forms
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.”
Kookaburra, kookaburra
What do you say to me
In the morning, dark and cold
You cackle your song at me
Out of slumber, out of sleep
You raise your voice at me
Laughing, mocking while I wake
Wrenching me from my dreams
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