**Pages in the Breeze**
Well, the glossy pages flutter, like wings in the sky,
Bird Talk Magazine, where the feathered folks fly,
Whispers of the wild, singing tales of the morn,
From sparrows to eagles, every heart’s reborn.
Chorus:
Hey, singin’ with a swallow, flyin’ high and low,
In the ink of the pages, where the bird watchers go,
With a chirp and a call, they dance through the trees,
Bird Talk's got the stories, blowin’ soft on the breeze.
They gathered ‘round the table, each with a cup,
Old folks with their binoculars, never givin’ up,
Countin’ all the blessings that flutter and dive,
In this world of wonder, where the heart feels alive.
(Chorus)
Hey, singin’ with a swallow, flyin’ high and low,
In the ink of the pages, where the bird watchers go,
With a chirp and a call, they dance through the trees,
Bird Talk's got the stories, blowin’ soft on the breeze.
Bright cardinals and blue jays, flutterin’ by,
With secrets in their songs, to whisper and sigh,
They’ve seen the shadows passing, of change in the air,
Through the eyes of the morning, they invite us to care.
(Chorus)
Hey, singin’ with a swallow, flyin’ high and low,
In the ink of the pages, where the bird watchers go,
With a chirp and a call, they dance through the trees,
Bird Talk's got the stories, blowin’ soft on the breeze.
So here’s to the feathers, and here’s to the flight,
In the words of the ancients, from the darkness to light,
With every little flurry, and every soft thrill,
Bird Talk Magazine, it’s the soul’s quiet trill.
(Chorus)
Hey, singin’ with a swallow, flyin’ high and low,
In the ink of the pages, where the bird lovers go,
With a chirp and a call, they dance through the trees,
Bird Talk's got the stories, blowin’ soft on the breeze.