When I was a wren quite young,I would sing a happy song, in the trees, on tiny branches.I would sing all morning long.I often joined the choir of birds,voices blending bright and loud.Side by side we sang our tunes;so happy, so carefree, so proud.As days have passed it seems,my voice is weaker, as am I.There’s melancholy in my songs.There’s instability when I fly.But in the dawn of morning sun,you’ll hear me in a nearby tree.I’ll sing a song you always loved,though weaker it might be.Please take the time to listen.It will mean the world to me.And though the time will … Continue reading A WREN’S SPECIAL GIFT TO YOU