Fantasy myth

I had the responsibility to sing the first song ever to sail through the dawn. So I appreciated it had to be melodious and generous enough to form the valleys and hills. And the same happens each day.

I hurl back my head, open my beak and spill the world into existence. No one knows but you. People are oblivious that without me, no morning would follow.

Do think of me when you greet the sunset, and hope I have notes to create tomorrow.

Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author https://tinyurl.com/y2cgqhgv mental health advocate, and poet. bridgetwebbber@outlook.com

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