Cleo,
You are always so encouraging ! Thanks a lot for dropping by.
:king:
Lai
You are right James. The weather is certainly better here. We do have rainy season and monsoon season though and you have your beautiful spring and fall. :smart:
Yes, wee sounds poetry like so I use it quite often.
Nice of you to drop by.
Lai
Hi friend,
I thought last stanza rhyme was a little forced.
As a whole I enjoyed the wisdom of childlike observations.
It contains a nurturing, fulfilling quality.
The description of what butterflies do not eat and birds do eat is well composed.
Don
Thanks a lot Don for the critiques. You are right about the last stanza. I have rewritten it. :smart:
All the best :sun:
Lai
Very nice Lai!
I will re-visit this nice song poem often!
Cheers!
Cleo
Hi Lai,
I like the Scottish aspect - "Wee" but I suspect the weather is better than in Scotland.
I also like the reference to "surreal valley"; underlines the false Disney-like quality; very clever.
James.
Sing Little Bird , Sing ! ( EDITED )
Come, you birdie that sings with glee
The night has passed , the sun is up
You must come down the tree to see
I've put out some crumbs for you in a cup.
Sing , little bird , sing me a song !
make me soft and sweet all day long .
Soon , I will leave this surreal valley
chirp me your tales ; make me merry !
Wee butterflies flit among bright flowers
red, yellow and pink , after showers .
Like you , they need to drink and feed,
but do not eat bread crumbs or seed .
So little bird , start singing your song .
I've waited for your melody late and long .
Sing of the mountains , plains and sunrise
the fairies , fresh dews and fireflies.
My little bird sings on and on and on .
creates a dream for my new dawn.
When the sun sets it sings no more;
that's the time when I close my door.
Aggie
Sing Little Bird , Sing ! ( ORIGINAL)
Come, you birdie that sings with glee
The night has passed , the sun is up
You must come down the tree to see
I've put out some crumbs for you in a cup.
Sing , little bird , sing me a song !
make me soft and sweet all day long .
Soon , I will leave this surreal valley
chirp me your tales ; make me merry !
Wee butterflies flit among bright flowers
red, yellow and pink , after showers .
Like you , they need to drink and feed,
but do not eat bread crumbs or seed .
So little bird , start singing your song .
I've waited for your melody late and long .
Sing of the mountains , plains and sunrise
the fairies , fresh dews and fireflies.
My little bird sings on and on and on .
I sit on my veranda listening , all alone .
My bird will come tomorrow at dawn.
I will be out there mowing the lawn.
2oo2 Lai
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