waking up to birdsong
is lovely
but not always desired
yet our feathered friends
don’t care whether we
suffer from last night’s fun&games
or lay awake with troubles on our minds
or babies crying
they chirp their heart out
at the crack of dawn
to greet the still grey silhouette
of the day
soon to be cast in colorful relief
when light comes back again
and darkness cedes
they make us open our eyes
revealing to our sleepy gaze
half-hidden still
under heavy lids
the beauty of the earth
an awesome universe
and make us vaguely wonder
about the mysteries of our lives
* * *
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
waking up to birdsong
is lovely
but not always desired
yet our feathered friends
don’t care whether we
suffer from last night’s fun&games
or lay awake with troubles on our minds
or babies crying
they chirp their heart out
at the crack of dawn
to greet the still grey silhouette
of the day
soon to be cast in colorful relief
when light comes back again
and darkness cedes
they make us open our eyes
revealing to our sleepy gaze
half-hidden still
under heavy lids
the beauty of the earth
an awesome universe
and make us vaguely wonder
about the mysteries of our lives
* * *
