As I stepped outside, still hot with anger
The cool night air was shocking
I stopped and looked around me
In the night all was still and silent
Unexpectedly, a little bird, in the old willow tree, across the green, began to sing
Sweet and soft, and yet sure and strong
As I listened, I thought back to earlier that night
And with the music almost flowing through me
I saw the events of that night plain and clear
As another person looking in might
I saw my anger rise and boil
Instead of my heart forgive
Just as suddenly as it started the little bird in the old willow tree stopped.
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