I watch the birds
Flitting around
In my backyard
Each one hatched
From its own egg
With no choice
In the hue of
Its feathers
Or location
Of its nest
Each flying free
Singing a melody
Taking a turn
At the feeders
Happily sharing
Tree branches-
Perhaps there is
A lesson in
Their song
Their flight
Their feathers
A brilliant
Display of beauty
Found in diversity-
I think they are wise,
Those birds-
Not a single one
More important
Than the other
Piano Girl 
Your piano tune fitted the poem superbly …
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Thank you! ☺️🎶
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Yeah the poem blew me away, and I’m Sooooo Glaaaaaad I clicked on your marvelous arrangement of my brothers’ tune! It TOTALLY made my morning, as I finished up cup # 2 & contemplated starting my day.
You da BEST, Piano Sis!
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Awwww thanks Ron! So glad you enjoyed it. That makes my heart happy! Have a great day!
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