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The Last Bird Singing
Bringing a message of hope
Once there was a time, not very long ago
when Spring arrived with countless voices
ardent and sweet, glorious as trumpets,
fervent as prayers, full of passion and purpose
when feathered singers young and old
awakened the world with vivid cacophony
filling our hearts with joy, unalloyed by fear,
or the wisdom to guess what changes might come.
Now once again as Persephone returns
bringing her promised gifts of delight,
no bright chorus hurries to greet her
no host of faithful singers clamors in the trees.
Where once a choir swelled the morning air
like a roaring current filling a thirsty void,
only a voice or two at dawn awakens us
announcing with unfettered verve
the message we faithful still strain to hear.
The world continues despite peril and hurt,
and proof of this can be found not in a choir
but in the tireless song of a solitary bird.