Rhymes from the Rain
Poetry & Song
Friday, February 17, 2017
The Lone Thrush
A thrush sat in a dying tree
Singing songs for all to hear
It's song such perfect harmony
As crystal as the day was clear
The other birds all startled spoke
"Why sing in such a dreary tree?"
The thrush returned his answer
"So someone will notice me"
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