The Singing Soaring Lark 149

In a peaceful meadow, where the daisies bloomed, A little lark with a heart full of tune, Began to sing, as the sun painted the sky, With notes so sweet, it touched the heart high. The lark soared up, reaching for the clouds, Her voice echoed, in joyful crowds, She sang of gardens, and flowers so bright, And the stars that shone at night. A farmer named Jack, heard her enchanting song, And he felt something had gone wrong, For he had never heard such a delight, From a bird that took flight in the daylight. With a curiosity piqued, he set out to find, The lark who sang with such a beautiful mind, He searched the meadows, the forests, the trees, For the singing lark, as the daylight decreases. In the twilight, he finally found her, Her voice was still, but a smile shone like a burner, "Why seek me, kind farmer?" she asked with a twirl, "I was just singing, as birds do in a whirl." "But your song is unlike any I've heard before," Jack replied, "And I must know more, For it filled my heart with such a delight, I've never felt such a right." "I sing to remind everyone," said the lark, "To cherish the moments, to let the good spark, A smile on your face, a kind word to speak, And always remember, to be strong and be meek." With a heart full of gratitude, Jack went home, His mind filled with the peaceful tone, He promised himself, each day, to sing, Like the lark, with a voice so ringing. From that day on, whenever Jack felt blue, He would remember the singing, soaring lark, And her simple words, of love and of cheer, Would always fill his heart with no fear. So, children, when you feel down or alone, Remember the story of the singing, soaring lark, Sing with all your heart, let your voice soar, And remember, always, to love and explore.