Birdsong

So, here we are again, I want to sing to you, from the heart beneath my breast. There are so many natural sounds here. The birds are ever calling, looking for a next feast, moving in and out of breezes. Some silence broken by a voice, fitting it perfectly, filling my imagination. I always believed, I don't expect that to alter. The next thing to approach will always be the greatest. We sing and love and dance, even if it cannot be seen. I open wings and close them around you, holding you tight for my dreams. Welcome to the birdlands, where we all belong to the music of hope.