Birds and Their Songs

I find myself paying more mind
To the birds
And their songs
Than I ever have before.

When I wake up in the morning
And I hear them sing
Now more than ever
Their songs find succor in my heart.

No two songs are the same
But they are ever so sweet
And the birds greet
Me as I awake.

O to be as happy
And as free
As a singing, chirping
Bird!

I feel their sadness as
The sirens and engines
And the noise we make
Interrupts their joyful song.

But as they swoop and whirl
And sing their song
Their happiness enters my heart
And stays the whole day long