Why Song Birds Sing

I sit and wonder why the song birds sing?
Do they even know of the joy they bring?
Are they calling out to join with everyone?
Come fly with me and with the sky be one.

Still they sing, at the beginning of the night.
Take these broken wings join with me in flight.
Open these sunken eyes and learn to see.
Fly into the night and set your spirit free.

They continue to sing, although the light is gone.
Searching for another to send an answer to their song.
The song carries through the darkness of the night.
The moon rises up, the stars are shining bright.

They fly into the tree top where there is a nest.
It seems the perfect spot for a bird to rest.
Deep within the branches I still hear the song.
Soon they will be sleeping, the singing will be gone.

It’s amazing such a sound comes from a tiny bird.
The song rings through the valley, everywhere it’s heard.
I listen to the song then wonder what it meant?
Then I view another to which the song was sent.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Culverhouse Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 8:38 PM
my friend....if you have a strong stomach....stop by my poetical attempts....I had one of those little white pills and an energy drink today....be warned! aenjoyed reading your work!!
Stanley Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 1:45 PM
Mark, such a lovely poem, it put a smile on my face. I just love the sound of birds singing... so wonderful and free, Greg
Russell Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 3:38 PM
Thanks Greg, glad i could provide a smile for this is why I write. Maybe a smile and a few words of wisdom thrown in for good measure:) Thanks for reading and have a great night........Mark
Andresen Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 1:03 PM
Lovely poem Mark!!! What if the birds stopped singing.....it would be sad.- oxox love Anne-Lise
Russell Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 1:21 PM
Thanks and yes that would be sad, I have these birds that visit every morning:) They are as much a part of the day as the sunrise itself. Have a great day and thanks for reading....Mark
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