confetti/birdcalls

feathers falling

tickling me

chirping on and on

full of songs in hidden pink trees

where birds soars

in the sky

spreading their bare wings

wider and wider

until the moon flashes their way

as the queen of nightingales sang

upon the windy breath

oh what beautiful voices in their throats,

throwing confetti of

swan white feathers

everywhere around God

while He smiles

larks echo

high pitch sqeaky notes

in the morn

it's like angels waking all the

beautiful people

up for the first time