I often go to Durham station to get the early train to London – this particular morning a little bird was singing at the top of its voice, a lovely morning with a beautiful song – please feel free to comment.
At the top of the tree a small bird sings its song
The tree is without leaves but it won’t be for long
The crisp Durham morning and the clear blue sky
It’s perfect theatre to hear the birds cry
Its perched at the top vibrating its tune
We know it wont be long before Spring is due.