Poem For Eula Davis

Poem for Eula Davis October 8, 2013 at 8:39am POEM FOR EULA DAVIS A very throaty Warbler issued Quavering Trills in a morning song - As he serenaded the dew drops on the grateful trees Other birds were answering with songs of praise from familiar days. No one taught them how to sing or gave them the messages they so proudly bring. Birds from near and far joined in as if to say - We will add our voices to remind you, that we are cheerful and we sing for you. We are aware-we are awake- and we are awesome chirping and singing our songs as we bath in puddles of raindrops. We remember the timing of the of the golden and silver songsters. Ruffling feathers coquettishly as each song in the distance stirs up fond memories of your existence. The caw-caw, the peeps,and the chirps; The caw -caw again and the melodic harmony begins Orchestrating the morning worship in celebration of this life. One songster descanted a high range as he sang a louder pitch Distinctly he told tales of ancestors awaiting with welcoming smiles . The siren in the distance and the overhead plane threatened the calm. The plane resounded as thunder above all the noise the birds continued to sing. I Listened as they go on to conclude in exuberant delight. Warblers warbling Tweet- tweets deliberating discussions many more chirps peeps and tweets During the morning meditation. As the world passes by I'd listen to the birds serenade- I'd listen to the clucks- and the cackles, I'd listened to the throaty warbler- as he resumes the lead song. The other birds in turn join in again.. The world rejoices in their songs all over the universe- The rest of my day could never be as great as the moments in the morning when I'd meditate and listen to the birds sing. A loved one closed her eyes and made her transition; The chirking birds know- That the only triumph over death is to have lived a good life . So they continue to sing. I'd sit and solemnly listen to the message that their chirping brings. As I softly say goodbye. We shall never forget Euna Davis as long... As early in the morning We be reminded in jubilant birdsong.