The summer bird song at my window.

With a fresh ring to my ear.

Sometimes silent not very clear.

Waiting for the next set of notes,

as sweet as they may sound,

spoke very clearly.

When the wind blew by,

something catches the bird’s eye,

the song disappears.

Now things are silent again.

Hoping for the next sweet song to begin.

 

He comes back again to fulfill his need

to let out his song words of glee.

Sharing with everyone

with the gentleness of heart.

Let everyone know that it’s

another great day and have a fresh start.