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