A Morning Lift

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.