Reverie

The birds warble to perfume the air

In a cadence that arises from their soul.

It sounds just like a musical prayer.

There singing is one that subdues despair.

It is these creatures that posses the gift.

The birds warble to perfume the air.

Brining trills to a lyrical flair

That guides melody into being.

It sounds just like a musical prayer

In tunes that lift the soul out of despair

As birds sing in the forest of the night.

The birds warble to perfume the air.

They bestow a bounty extraordinaire,

That gives rise to a sense of majesty.

It sounds just like a musical prayer.

To posses such talent is most rare

That is given out to very few.

Many birds warble to perfume the air.

It sounds just like a musical prayer.