Magic in the Air

In a cold land far away

all the birds are sad and gray,

you can hardly hear a song - 

just a silence that feels wrong.

This goes on for many years

until the day a bird appears

with the sweetest singing voice

that makes all who hear rejoice.

As the bird begins to sing

winter ends and turns to spring,

colors seep in strong and bright

and the land is filled with light.

Years go on, the bird grows old
but her story has been told,
and more birds her music share
bringing magic to the air.

♡

Featured: another needlework project
waiting to be finished.
My pile is giving me A LOOK.