Sing Your Song

“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One You have your place in nature's choir, Singing creation's songbook. You're divine when you sing what you desire, Like water in a brook, Or leaves when a quaking aspen shook.   When you worry about the listening crowd, You're no longer in tune. If you feel sunshine, forget the cloud. Forget about the moon. The throng doesn't know, but it needs sun this June.    A bird sings not to lilt a melodious song, But, because he's a bird. To be who you are is never wrong - When a wolf's mournful howl is heard,  He is what he is, and someone's soul is stirred.    Why please the milky orb on the sky's black roof Unmoved by the wolf's plaintive song? Her job is to be mysterious and aloof To him, as he cries out so long, But he feels content to bay his feelings, strong.    So, Painter, poet, singer, actor - Whoever you may be, Disregard every detractor. Because they cannot see Your beauty, and your place in God's tapestry.