Birdsong

Tonya Merke
Apr 15, 2024
1 min read

A bird sings at dawn,

its sweet tune carried by the morning breeze.

To those who will listen,

and gently to those who fear remembering.

For even in chaos,

a beautiful rhyme and rhythm persist.

The lost will be found.

The broken will heal.

In the darkness,

a promise of light,

once more.

Listen to the bird’s song,

find hope and beauty within.

Listen to the birdsong,

and trust in the unknown

Majesty.

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