Morning Blues

I wake to golden sunlight echoing your song.

Good morning blues, I heard your cries in my sleep, at first a smooth and somber melody, transformed into a clatter of beating wings.

Oh, what do you whisper, with your friends- the finch, crane and hawk alike?

Should I ignore my day’s decree, for a spot amongst your revelry? Oh, to join you, if I could- feathers light amidst the breeze, voices echo through the trees, swapping sing-song gossip, melodies.

The thought alone, puts my soul at ease.

~Feathertales~

It has been a very long time since I have posted something, so if you took the time to read this, thank you! And thank you to Illumination for housing my words.