THE SINGING OF THE BIRDS
At our cabin in the mountains we love to wake up early
as the day is just beginning…
and listen to the birds warm up…
as they ready their voices for the singing.
Each bird has just awoken from their nighttime sleep
or just arrived at our outdoor concert hall
and each needs a few moments before the dawn
To prepare their voices to enthrall
It’s like listening to to an orchestra tuning up
without inhibition or pretense…
as they prepare their voices…and we await…
the symphony to commence.
There is so much beauty in their warm up…
that while we listen we rejoice…
savoring each birds singular style
unique expression…and solitary voice.
Once they’re all warmed up
and are ready to engage…
the cardinal…the conductor..
flys out to center stage.
He surveys all his concert members
then begins to sing his song…
and slowly, quietly at first,
all the other birds sing along.
And when we hear them harmonize…
we know the warming up is done…
and that is when we sit back and smile.
knowing the concert has begun.
We feel blessed to be in attendance.
to every facet of their symphony without words…
blessed to be around to witness
the beauty
and the singing of the birds.
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