Each morning the
song birds will sing,
perched on the evergreen trees
so high,
little chicks tucked beneath
their wing,
with a backdrop of the never
ending sky.
A gentle breeze can be felt in
the Spring air,
the warming Sun dries the dew on
the ground,
young birds dive bomb as if
they’re on a dare,
while their mothers watch with a
sad frown.
Simplicity of life in mother
nature is found,
in the creatures that roam the
forest so deep,
land of enchantment if you just
look around,
animals showing joy, sorrow and
even weep.
The realm of reality beckons
nature’s door,
mixing danger, excitement, joys
and pain,
the sky is nature’s ceiling,
dirt is her floor,
a place called home so
constantly sustained.
The song birds reminds us of
nature’s gift,
morning they sing the sounds of
eternal joy,
their chirping give lonely
hearts such a lift,
soon it’s muffled by playful
girls and boys.