Was it true or just a rumor going round amongst the trees.
Was it real or was it fancy? Did I hear upon the breeze
blackbirds tuning up their flutes and morning thrushes practising
lovely and exciting songs that made me dream of spring
Maybe it was wishful thinking! Or just a sweet but foolish notion
conjured by the thrushes tune.
Yet I swear that I can hear it growing stronger every day,
the note that tells of hidden nests and feathered hosts, along the way....