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That unseen blackbird almost overcomes

The radio from somewhere down the road

Oblivious to what I can't block out

As if the human world with all its load

Of noisy chaos, tension and distress

Were irrelevant to the simple joy

Of singing for the love of it, and less

Some naturalist's analysis of why

Birds sing or nest within the trees.

He sings, as I rejoice upon the Downs,

Ignorant of any time but now

Where we exist in unsought harmony

          Merged together, making all things one,

          A natural evolving union.

Brian Hick May 2011

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