Before I left, I took a walk over to the small garden
area. Up in a nearby tree, I spotted a rustic-looking
old moss-covered, gray birdhouse. Could
this birdhouse be mine from ten years ago?
Doubtful, but I thought I’d check it out. On closer inspection, I made out the word,
“amour” painted in green on the front.
Yes. My little birdhouse. 
Still on the tree where I put it ten years
ago. The song, Birdhouse in Your Soul”
closes with the verse, "And while you're at it, keep the nightlight on inside
the birdhouse in your soul." I carry the
love and light of Paulhaven with me wherever I go. And I promise to keep the light inside the
birdhouse in my soul burning brightly forever.
Still on the tree where I put it ten years
ago. The song, Birdhouse in Your Soul”
closes with the verse, "And while you're at it, keep the nightlight on inside
the birdhouse in your soul." I carry the
love and light of Paulhaven with me wherever I go. And I promise to keep the light inside the
birdhouse in my soul burning brightly forever.
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