On this Sunday morning, the air a little crisp
Deciding now to have a walk, to feel the earth beneath
Pulling on my thickened coat, hat caressing head
Out I go to start my walk, pocket full of bread
Out my gate I meet the path, know where I’m going to
I stop sometimes to see the view, bright colours through and through
On I go to meet the grass, over feet now step
To the lakeside I now join, the birds lay up ahead
Out my pocket comes stale bread, I break in pieces so
Ducks and swans now by my feet, my hands they start to throw
Leaving them to wander so, I meet some other birds
The same I do, I feed them well, I help their young to grow
Then another catches eyes, fluffy brown upon the side
No mother there in my sight, lost, wings it starts to hide
Slowly now my feet do walk, I place a piece or two
I walk away, as not to scare, I continue to watch view
Out head pops, my little friend, moves closer to the bread
Nervous, looking all about, it takes piece of present
On it chomps, like it’s first meal, it then stares straight at me
I’ve made a friend, I will return, my bread I’ll bring with me
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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