Walking toward a meadow,
Toward a grove of trees
A bird chirps and tweets a song,
Insistently.

We aim to please:
We chirp and tweet,
We mimic the call:
Are we right or are we wrong?
The bird responds,
A little more strong.

We sharpen our ear,
Improve the pitch,
The bird is happier,
We’ve decreased the glitch.

Another pattern of chirps and tweets,
We’re the guest, the bird treats.
We sing again, so sweet, so sweet!
Having a bird friend is very neat.

. Within our mind
We hear a song,
A high-pitched whistle,
The Cosmic Hum.

We trill the song,
The bird responds;
So do trees and stones and ponds.

Trilling, singing, doodly-dee doing,
We stroll and run,
Ahh! What Fun!

We stroll and run,
Ahhh! What Fun