In the attic of my mind, starlings nest,
Their bird song a melody of joy,
Nature’s symphony in every breath,
A chorus of wings that never cloy.
The rustle of feathers, the flutter of wings,
Echoes of life in the stillness of night,
A reminder of the beauty that nature brings,
A reminder of the joy that takes flight.
So let the starlings sing their song,
In the attic of my mind they’ll stay,
A reminder that nature’s melody is strong,
And brings joy in every way.
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