Bird That Sings In the Dark

There is a bird in the morning when the sky is painted black Who every other bird I’m sure, must think a maniac... While all her friends are sleeping...heads nestled neath their wings this bird rises before the rest...and all she does...is sing. She sings at the top of her lungs...before the sun’s first glow. Does she know morning is approaching? It’s dark...how can she know? But she fills the night with music...my morning walk with grace and tho I’ve never seen her...I imagine there’s a smile on her face. It’s such a lovely song she sings during the day/night interlude and I admire her determination...her faith...her fortitude. In this time of uncertainty and apprehension… when it’s confidence we lack We can draw inspiration from a bird who sings in the morning when the sky is painted black.