Song of the Day

Sipping coffee as the morning bird sings,
remembering the past as the day goes on.
Clouds blowing by with an angel's whisper
as the sun rises to a new dawn.

He brings with it a new song to sing,
of things yet to come and those unseen.
Upon his perch with a melody so sweet,
chirps of bright flowers and grass that's green.

Silver dew falls from moistened leaves,
as the melody I hear begins to fade.
Lifted to the sky by the winds of heaven,
carrying with him his music made.

Quietly, I now find myself alone.
My ears long for his sound in sorrow.
While I sit and patiently wait for
his Song of the Day, tomorrow.



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