Red Native Bird On A Maple Tree..................Sing A Song!

[Trees weave intricate patterns upon dusk. My fingers trace the elegance of form. The music of the landscape plays old verse. It lights my little corner of the world.]-A lowering day by Sandra Fowler It's Winter and without warm clothes You rest on a Maple tree and sing a song....................in the morning Is it Daniel Lanois's lyrics? 'When I throw my net in the river I will take only what I need Just enough for me and my lover I will take what I need? ' I feel sorry and I try to understand your sad song Because I too a songbird but I sing only in my Nightmares? Yet I won't take what I need Whenever I woke up in the morning? for the poetess Weeping Willow! nimal dunuhinga