She Sings

Send us Fan MailShe singsEvery morning, shortly before a quarter to six,she takes to the highest point, above the dawn, above the changing flushof peach blossom skies, upon the highest branchon top of her world, and she sings,she sings,as the dawn lifts the sky, and the trees reach, and stretch, beyond the fading shadows of a passing night, the earth is stilled, hushed in a growing silence, to listen, to learn, and for you to remember. There’ll never be another day like this one.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]