The Bird Song

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.



One thought on “The Bird Song

  1. I like this poem because someone is listening to the simple birdsong. I especially like the last line, Let everyone know that it’s another great day to have a fresh start.

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