An Invitation to the Sunday Songbirds

From our Dearest Songbirds of the Sunlit Hour,

We bid you gather where wonder blooms.

Upon our humble stage—small as a silver leaf,

yet vast as any dreaming heart—

let us convene beneath the whispering boughs

of the Ancient Forest’s enchanted grace.

For there, where twilight lingers like a soft-lipped secret,

and moonbeams drape themselves in velvet repose,

the magical creatures—those dulcet-winged troubadours—await your presence.

They trill in shimmering chords,

their voices spun from stardust and forgotten wishes,

each note a jeweled promise

that love, indeed, has its own music.

Come, noble Songbirds,

with your hearts bright as lanterns

and your voices soft as rose petals falling

on a lover’s sigh.

Let us weave together a spell of harmony—

a tapestry of joy, tenderness,

and the sweet wild freedom

only a forest ancient and wise could bestow.

Join us this Sunday,

that the world may remember

how beautifully mortals can sing

when magic guides their breath

and love lights their way.

With all affection,

and in the gentle spirit of wonder,

You are warmly invited.