Fromsomewhere
Highupina tree
I heardbrightwhistling
Butcouldn’tsee
Thebird. Myeyes
Foundonlygreen
Andleafybluesky
Inbetween,
Butmyears,enchanted,
Didn’tcare
If I couldfind
Abirdupthere—
Forthesongwaslight
Andthevoicewasspring
Andthejoywasin
Thelistening.SOMEWHERE
IN A TREE
text © 2019 by Beverly McLoughland
by Beverly McLoughland
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