• The way the bird chirps, makes a man follow.
    The way the bird stands, makes it powerful.
    The way the bird flys, makes it graceful
    The way the bird sings, makes it beautiful.

    'One would jealous of it able to fly
    Those see with eyes.
    None the less, the witty be jealous of its voice.
    Those see with open ears & heart.

    No one knows the lyrics to the bird's 'ole song.
    Just voices whispering through the wind, one would say.
    However, just close your eyes and use the rest.
    The bird's song will come to you someday.

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    - bad poetry by moi<3