Natures’ chorus

Cardinals and nuthatches Sing in the morning Serendipitously in unison Unhinged with no warning A motionless conductor As I sit in my space Melodies arrive equivocally Put a smile on my face Gods garden of glory So much noise to take in I close my eyes with pleasure As the crow starts to sing And the hawk up so high A whistle to his ring Contributes to the chorus In his own speechless way In suns warmth in morning A precious way to start a day