I sat quietly enjoying
the morning sun on my face,
the gentle songs of birds
lifting on the breeze.
The variety of songs
wrapped around me.
The buzzing of flies and riffle
of branches soothed me.
What was I supposed to hear?
The lessons of song and sun?
I warmed to a feeling of peace
pondering how each touched me.
The blue sky and open
expanse of the desert entered me.
The power to be one with the birds' vespers
that sung to no one...and everyone.
Do I live as joyfully as they,
raise my eyes to the sky,
and sing the song that fills me?
I sometimes wonder--What is my song?
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