The Melody of Birds

It is the melody of birds,
I wake up to, and when I do
I know they praise another day
in their own way.

It is the happiness of birds,
I hear each day, and I must say
I get a kick of their high praise
these many days.

It is the sing-song chirp of birds,
from bush and tree that gets to me,
and when the dawn begins to peek,
it’s songbird speak.

It is the aria of birds,
in morning air, for they are there
to tweet and warble from a tree
expressively.

It is the energy of birds,
with song at dawn, I rise upon,
and with the music that they send
I do depend.

It is the melody of birds,
for right outside they sing with pride,
and without bird-song by and by,
the day would die.

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