I hear them in the morning when I rise,
before the slightest glimpse of light appears.
A moment longer I must close my eyes;
their song so sweetly falls upon my ears.
The music of their tweets now fills the air.
Could man himself create a sweeter sound?
In silence I just want to linger there
and relish as the symphony abounds.
I know this time of bliss can only last
a while, for soon demands call me away.
But I’ll not hurry till the time is past,
for now the sounds of birdsong bid me stay.
So tweet and chirp my friends for I am blest
to hear your song as I arise from rest!
Copyright 2013 Christine V Mitchell
Published in my book of poetry “Forever Grateful”