Blue birds outside my window, whistle a lovely tune,
I can't know all its meaning, but I know it beats my 'loon.'
When I can't stand to study, I need a fun release
I can count on all life's treasures, to give my mind some peace.
Life is unjustly cruel, if you look at its daily toils
But consider the rays of sunshine and you'll forget all that spoils.
Each day has its beauty, if one will calm the mind,
clear the recess of the brain and close one's eyes, so blind,
slow the onward marching beat of footsteps on the snow,
and make the knowledge of the heart, the seeds that you will sow.
A way for me to communicate to you without the embarrassment of talking face to face.
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