Warble and Proceed to Move
Singing as the tiny bird is heard, a chirp of a verse,
Difference is none from the onyx bird.
The crow’s bellowing is heard.
Sounds born are bound to be caught by the receiver.
Journeys through molecules, no reverse,
Creations are of no concern.
Singing releases emotion notes bouncing off bones,
Jump, dance, waltz, be free, go loco.
Please magical traditions reform.
Sound, can you hear it? Close your eyes, you feel it,
Always be ready to perform fun and joy,
Use little effort to conform.
By Ellis Unchained
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©2020