Posted by: Daisy | June 30, 2010

Sing-Song

Rustle rustle, I hear the leaves
They form the background of a tune
Wind swoops in, and forms more depth
I only wait for flute or some melody

Percussion chips in next, with a drumming beat
I begin to grin ear to ear
Boy bird woos the girl bird near
With a sing-song dance-a-thon.

– Daisy

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