Music of the Sky

"Music of the Sky" Sputtering awkwardly to conquer the first morning's air While they wake up all around your flower garden Promoting an ambiance to a cloudless sunrise The emboldened Wood Swallows begin their song The crack of dawn smiles at you who can't help to smile back An enticement to join the activity You are a photographer in America As your own version to birds of paradise begin To tickle your ear with intermittent chirping The fluttering songbirds sing beautifully in soprano Calling for their unresponsive partner, it might as well be you To keep them company for a morning babbler who is radiant Lifting up your spirits Showing reluctance for leaving them But the robins and sun birds deserve attention too It is you who must take flight now A kingdom in your continent while everyone puts on a show Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Mezzo-soprano masterpieces offer sweet sounding competition To lure you in their direction You are pulled so many ways and yet There is no wrong way to go Tons of free spirits in North America beckon With fancy allurement for you A males feathers spread out Fascination grows with each sensation to snap a shot Your patience is well worth the waiting Redeemed by the call of the magpies But the worst part of the day is to come When it has the urge to turn into night And the music of life will cease Those nocturnal beauties will be punished By your absence they go unappreciated For eight hours while you sleep A frown composed on your face as you sink to your bed And there you will settle for the chirping of crickets