Sometimes it’s discouraging and difficult to want to continue with something when it seems like no one cares. But song birds have taught me a lesson I put into a poem.
Songbird By Tacy Gibbons House finches land at my feeder, then fly into a nearby tree and sing. Rain or shine they sing. Sometimes they duck and hide when swirls of snow hit or take flight when starlings and red-winged blackbirds invade, but they always return. And they sing I, too, will sing my song. I may duck and hide when storms rage or take flight when blackness surrounds, but I will return. And I will song my song.