I sing because I am
a thrush; I sing
because I am.
Each species lost -
one fewer song,
one reason more
for earth to mourn.
Give me a tree
and give me a river:
I'll sing you a morning
to keep for ever:
a world distilled
in one small throat,
an earthly harbinger
of heaven...
Birdsong
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2011
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