Birds That Sing Poem by James McLain
Birds That Sing
Moving it moves apart, supple and brown
tall hardy trees, bushes and plants
birds that sing out their hearts early comes dawn.
My sun rises and sets high upon from you.
I made it shine on all that moves, your open hands
and fingers apart, comes the fat drops of rain.
See you in that cloud beneath the face that smiles
you looking down, I see right through and it's as if.
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