THE BLACKBIRD

A blackbird sings to me
From up high on the apple blossom tree
It’s like he knows I cannot see
As he seems to sing only for me
His song is pure
He’s like treatment or a cure
He removes my stress
With his song I feel blessed
By nature, so divine
Wings flutter, so fine
Through my open window
As the gentle summer breeze does blow
He can fly where ever he needs to go
An yet he stays close by
I wait for him to fly
But still the songster sings
In the distance church bells ring
As if to accompany the chorister
Then my blackbird turns into a forager
Cleaning the tall tree’s
Of the bright red berries
I close my window
And alone again with silence
And a reminder of nature from the beautiful fragrance
Of the vase of roses, I picked from my garden
Life with Gods gifts is so amazing
Away from trouble and violence
Sadly, we have to face as a forbearance
But now and then
A song we find
A moment in time
 Peace without crime
 So, next time you hear the blackbird
Know I have sent him to you
Listen to his tune so true
Appreciate what he is telling you