All the bells the heavens rung.

To the bird who's sorrow mimics mine ,Be it that you've never sung,
In short of words may we rejoice,  in all the bells that heavens rung,

For we have life amidst our wings, and the wind may carry it on by,
Today we learn that precious moments Not only come, but reach the sky,

So let us love and voice our words 
For everything we've ever felt,
And with our strength we break that cage , Finding our way out of doubt, 

Into new horizons,  and lands we've never seen  , to touch each heart with given hope, that no sorrow lays between,

For our skin or bone and coursing blood, Find each feather in the flood,
may our song we sing together , calm each storm and tame the weather,

But for freedom soar in vocal word
Always sing of joys we've heard,
A human heart, and graceful bird
Caged no more where sorrow stirred. 

Nardine Sanderson 12/02/2023©️