Hello blackbird I can hear the song you’re singing in my ear, good day sunshine I can see the light you’re pouring over me, hello angels in the church singing sweetly verse to verse, good day voices in the park though I don’t know who you are, hello leaves upon the trees rustling in the summer breeze, good day cars down the road that distant rumble ebbs and flows.
By Mark Wrangham
A painting about the sounds when waking on a Sunday morning when I lived in a small house opposite a church by a park.
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