The words of birds I do not understand
Yet, the songs they sing are familiar melodies
Of love and joy for seasons new, they lift their voice
To sing of today with fresh approach, yesterday is forgotten and no longer
With lilt and loft their lyrics reach me, easing the rise from sleep
The promise of morning, as dawn seems to linger, brings wings of color to my ear
When light becomes bright their voices fade to distant trees, through woods does the chorus sing softly
The awakening songs have given way to the day unfolding, and fetching seed for the young to feed they tend to the task with tune
Birds sing to say take not the day so stern, be light with thought and carry always joyful refrain
For each morning you can be, alive and free to sing songs of happiness
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
The words of birds I do not understand
Yet, the songs they sing are familiar melodies
Of love and joy for seasons new, they lift their voice
To sing of today with fresh approach, yesterday is forgotten and no longer
With lilt and loft their lyrics reach me, easing the rise from sleep
The promise of morning, as dawn seems to linger, brings wings of color to my ear
When light becomes bright their voices fade to distant trees, through woods does the chorus sing softly
The awakening songs have given way to the day unfolding, and fetching seed for the young to feed they tend to the task with tune
Birds sing to say take not the day so stern, be light with thought and carry always joyful refrain
For each morning you can be, alive and free to sing songs of happiness
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