The Sunrise Song

"I'm very happy being me, although sometimes I'd love to be a bird so that I could fly." - Joy Fielding Furrowing the crisp layers of thin air flies the migratory songbird of charm, the cheerful Robin on the frilled wings soars to the fringe of clouds in the sky. The bird of transparent crystal morning tweeters the tune of sunburst horizon, in the secrecy of its silky scarlet breast pulsates the cadence of avian delight. Over thrush wrapped in the silence of dawn it sings to the melody of the nascent sunrays, the welcome carol for the ascent of a new day, in north wind the enchanting notes drift away. While on smoky sky the storm clouds gather little Robin sings on bough of wind-swept tree, when the rainbow arc spans the drenched sky it flutters with the rhythm of the celestial hues. Outside my window on the green visage the red bird perched on the lofty branch sings the sunrise song that sails me by, in the new unfurling sky it’s time to fly. October 9, 2019 Contest : Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird Sponsor : Dear Heart - Wiishkobe Ode