A Secret Kingdom in Maine
In the shadows of Windham where pine trees sway,
The whispers of morning chase dreams away,
A secret world's humming, a color... a wing,
The budgies wake up, oh the songs they sing!
They dance on air like thoughts in my head,
Soothing my heart, where restless thoughts tread,
The doors fly open to the cage of my mind,
Nature is linked, leaving shadows behind.
Oh, Windham, you cradle a world in your land,
A feathered society, tiny but grand,
Rhythms and rules...
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In the shadows of Windham where pine trees sway,
The whispers of morning chase dreams away,
A secret world's humming, a color... a wing,
The budgies wake up, oh the songs they sing!
They dance on air like thoughts in my head,
Soothing my heart, where restless thoughts tread,
The doors fly open to the cage of my mind,
Nature is linked, leaving shadows behind.
Oh, Windham, you cradle a world in your land,
A feathered society, tiny but grand,
Rhythms and rules...
Read more