The birds always sang in the morning outside the window,
and today was no different.
But they did not sing as loud or long,
for the lady in the window was gone.
So subtle she was,
I hardly felt her in the room.
But now that she has gone,
she has left a vacuum.
Oh my friends, sing and rejoice.
Sing while you can.
Raise your voice.
Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016