The birds they chirp at dawn with the morning dew
The sky cloudy with a haze and a hint of a storm
I journey through time, day after day and I see
That the birds thus chirping really enlightens me
My mind it wanders - it takes its toll
I ponder in thought ! I reckon it is true
That God granted the beauty to really love you
I listen! You sing - you play me a tune
I wake - I sit yet not to solitude
Occasionally you hit the high note and the cleft
It takes on a new attitude! no rhythm of blues
The beckon call! I hear it! It amazes me
And thus every chirp I hear - I see, I say
Musta been - coulda been heavenly said
I stand in the waking hour of the spring
I see! They said with love of the morning dew
I love each new born day with waking opportunity
And thus the footprints each day - A new chance!
How beauty is nature to wake with the mind at a dance..
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