Birds are my most favorite living things. Think of what you enjoy most and why. Then write it down before you forget. It might be your best poem yet.
Without the melody and song
Of the birds that fly
Our days would be quiet, dull,
Lifeless and long
With nothing to cheer us
Or to bring hope
Of a better day.
And how bare the sky.
Who would greet the morning—
Who would sing all day—
If their music was stilled
And our feathery friends no longer
Flitted across our pathway.
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