Hope and the song in my heart

The warbles of a magpie in the dawn over a cool moist garden

Promise of growth, of change, of something…

Something awesome?

Something new?

Something…

It must be something good for the song is not foreboding

 

It must be something good.

 

Whatever is to come the song in my heart yearns for good.

The song ebbs and flows in cresendos and diminuendos,

It builds and falls,

It crashed and booms, laments and decries,

Silence.

Calm.

A gentle lullaby sooths.

Hope.

Love.

Warbles.

 

 

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