While the day decides
what weather it will bring
I listen to the song
a blackbird sings.


Sounds of Spring

Sounds of Spring;
the birds sing.
Even the noise of passing cars
cannot drown their joyful song.

Eskimo Song

The great sea has set me in motion,
Set me adrift,
And I move as a weed in the river.

The arch of the sky
And mightiness of storms
Encompasses me,
And I am left
Trembling with joy.

An Eskimo Song quoted in ‘Walking the Healing Labyrinth’ by Helen Raphael Sands

Morning Sun

Morning sun rises,
the birds outside my window
great the dawn with song.

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