Out one morning for an early flight,
when the sky was lit but the sun unrisen,
in a Surrey suburb full of trees,
the air itself I breathed was trembling
with the sound of all the songbirds of the earth,
an embracing, shimmering polyphony.
I hear it still – and remember a time,
walking home before dawn fifty years ago
in a Liverpool suburb filled with trees,
this fabled sound I had never heard,
a polyphony, shimmering, embracing,
the very air trembling.
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