In the trees outside the birds are whistling
In my mind's eye their feathers glistening
Some how I know that they are listening
To sunrise colours of the day
My heart is filled with sweet old memories
And I recall what it is to be at ease
On a day like this life still can really please
And I smile at the sound of their song
I knew a time when the days were all like this
From dawn to dawn my life was filled with bliss
Birds called my name and the sun and moon would kiss
At the start and the end of each day
So now I stop every time I hear them sing
And I accept any moment that their song might bring
For in their notes is the hidden breath of spring
And the thoughts of the joys not quite gone
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 6:36 PM UTC
In the trees outside the birds are whistling
In my mind's eye their feathers glistening
Some how I know that they are listening
To sunrise colours of the day
My heart is filled with sweet old memories
And I recall what it is to be at ease
On a day like this life still can really please
And I smile at the sound of their song
I knew a time when the days were all like this
From dawn to dawn my life was filled with bliss
Birds called my name and the sun and moon would kiss
At the start and the end of each day
So now I stop every time I hear them sing
And I accept any moment that their song might bring
For in their notes is the hidden breath of spring
And the thoughts of the joys not quite gone
Copyright March 31, 2011 by Timothy Emil Birch