The Cockatiels Morning Song
March 11, 2017•12 min
March 9, 1999: The cockatiels morning song A hidden voice—unrecognized, each word, yet I’m able to hear the passion. A keeper of spirits, a title I believe. Is that why you so openly talk to me? Lessons you teach—unfamiliar, I follow. Each word, a symbol I’ll one day recognize. My music maker…harmony, I listen, so that I too shall sing your heart felt lyrics. A hidden voice—a traveler, envisioned…rest now, continue your journey tomorrow.