BLUE TIT

Songs of the sun from the tiny lips of an eurasian

Beautiful melody slowly feels the soul of a sapien

Light crawls in with the glitter of the morning star

Wings flap like the drummer’s beat

Flowers merry from a far

While I’m delighted at the sight of the Blue Tit

Gifts of joy to every being in the surrounding

Gifts of seed fills the basin in the surrounding

Mixture of yellow, blue and white

The sun, sky and cloud

Brightens the skins

Like the feathers of the Blue Tit

There is a little universe in the Garden

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