The Song Of The Forest Birds

In the verdant forest, the birds do sing,
Their melody, a poem that in ears ring.
Birds take flight, in treetops they swing,
Their feathers in the sunlight, a shimmering bling.

Birds of colors, like a rainbow's arc,
Their song awakens the forest, stark.
They dance in the air, light as lark,
And fill my heart with their music, hark.

Their song echoes in the valley, wide,
Filling the night with a musical tide.
Their poetry, a wonderful guest, beside,
Filling my world with joy, confide.

Thus, the birds sing, in the forest, free,
Filling my heart with their poetic spree.

The Song Of The Forest Birds

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

The Song Of The Forest Birds

Pétur Söebech Quinn