Pd 11/12 Imitating "Blackberry Eating"

I walk along the tree lined path,
surround by the beautiful, angelic, blue birds.
To sing a morning tune,
was their daily routine,
They were flawless.
I could try and struggle
to copy their amazing voices,
but there was only room for failure
in that situation.
So many tiny birds
singing wonderful songs.
I listen, dream, imagine
a thought of perfect singing.
It was my favorite thing
in those first few months of Spring.