I was won by the sound of nature
The beauty of its song
The unison of its melody
The beauty of its peace
That I needed so long
I was charmed by the chirping of the weaver,
As I drifted down dreams of a river
That coloured life newer than ever
Dancing on a branch, wooing his lover.
I too was wooed by his wonder
I was calmed by the pigeons coo,
The song of a bird so true
That carried me among the clouds,
Then lay me on fluff that flew
Cleared my heart of rue
I was lifted by the cockerel’s crow,
His declaration that the time now
To stand tall with pride on brow
To forth and good to sow
To work hard and never bow
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