Early Morning Symphony

silence is a
blank sheet of paper

the notes come from
the birds

this early morning
i hear the most beautiful

song, a choir of birds
chirping, winds gently

blowing, hushes from
leaves, drums from my

footsteps, beatings of
my heart

whistles from my soul.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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