The Gift of Song (Open)

My meadow stretchout before me, in the middle sits a willow tree. beckoning me to snooze under it's leafy locks. My ankle throbs a bit, but ingnore the pain. I sit on the ground, and empty my bag, revealing some sheet music that I had greatfully obtained from my generous music teacher, a sandwich, a note book with drawings, poetry, stories and original music that I have created, and a bottle of juice. I lift my belongings and begin my intentions. I sing a tune and all the birds are silenced, I hum the instruments, clearing my throat before I do. Ive relized that they pick up the tune easier for them so they all get different insturments, they being the mockingjays. Then I sing the lyrics nd the jabberjays seem o evenly split one another from alto and saprano. The music fills the air, some singing this, other humming that, Its magical, and I sit under the willow, I them, filling the air, Its a miracle nobody has discovered this celestial enviorment, this place is my haven, my home. The wind that carries the beauty wafts through my as I begin to doze under my willow. "Starless night will crave the day......"



Mockingjays-Instruments
Jabberjays- Lyrics