A Bird Sings In the Garden

There’s no traffic, On the narrow street, No people talking Not even rain or wind. My room is quiet. But my mind is full Of noise, the chatter of Conflicting emotions. Problems to be solved, Questions unanswered Decisions to be made. Then, suddenly, I hear it, Cutting through the chaos Of my troubled thoughts, A high sweet trill of gladness. The melody of a songbird Perching on a branch Outside my window, Her tiny breast bursting With the pure joy Of being alive in spring. The magical notes Bring tears to melt away The cares of the day, And my heart feels and hears Only the music of her song.