Song Of Understanding

forest at night

In the quiet of the mornin’

long before the cock does crow

the early bird, she comes a singin’

(hard tellin’ what she knows)

Seems to me, her tweets are secret-

coded notes with birdy words

so concise and quite direct

the foreign language that I heard

♫ ♪ ♫

sunrise in the forest

I bet, she often wonders if

her love can hear her song

restin’ in his tree on yonder cliff

Is it for her, he truly longs?

 ♪

Is it for her, he waits at sea?

Does he not know her place?

Can he not see that he is free

to leave that lonely space?

♫ ♪ ♫

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