Black Bird

Poem By Scott Park

I wait until the birds crow
Watching me as I grow
Insisting me of what I do
Aspects of life that is true
Guiding me throughout day and night
Tuning the clouds when the evening is bright
Until another comes to crow
Rain fluthers into the snow
Mountains roaring for me to come
Spirits dwelling across the skies
Water flowing on a rock,
Gently swifting the uplifting rush
Until I see a crow come through
Showing me of what I knew
So I wont forget as I grow
A wait until the birds crow

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