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I Know the Red Bird is Singing to Me

In the quiet of the dawn, a melody appears,
A vibrant red bird, unfurling song through the years.
Perched on a branch, with feathers aglow,
Its voice weaves whispers, as breezes softly blow.

I know the red bird is singing to me,
A serenade echoing, wild and free.
Each note a promise, wrapped in the light,
Guiding my heart through the shadows of night.

In the lush green canopy, where sunlight cascades,
The warmth of its chorus in delicate parades.
Each trill dances lightly on the morning air,
A tapestry woven with tenderness and care.

With every sweet call, the world feels less grim,
The horizon painted in hues ever dim.
I close my eyes gently, let the music play,
As the red bird’s song chases the darkness away.

A bright red bird perched on a mossy branch in a misty forest with sunbeams.
Sunlight pierces through the dense canopy of a misty rainforest, illuminating a striking red bird perched on a mossy branch.

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