Song bird chirps are short and sweet and often meant to meet and greet, each note that floats twill claim to boast from sounds not meant for throat…
Of wakened dawn from chirp’s alarms and tweets from beaks that all compete what song is sung on whispered chatters in tones from birds that seem to matter?
Before sunrise the chorus surprise draws night’s escape to bright’s arise, and silenced calm from begging calls invites the morning’s light…
First morning chirps upon thy wings in glory’s fight each bird shall sing, embracing sun’s now spanning rays and gift of life from brand new day.
In casting hue of sky so blue the curtains’ raised on day of new…first chirp disturbs the stars disbursed obscuring spanning universe…
Awake’s delight at first dawn’s light another day of sunlight’s bright, as eyes awaken from dreams forsaken a world becomes a new…
In grand design of God’s refined are birds a means of time clock’s chimed, are chirp’s disturbs like notes from words, which time for rest has passed its test?
Did slumbered pause refresh the mind to carry on our measured time, in life’s unfolds and sunset’s gold what clues perused the sky blue hues while thoughts refrained in slumbered snooze?
Oh morning light and birds of flight I thank the Lord for sights first light and chirps from birds that form the verbs to sounds of absent words, as new day starts with songs from birds!
Of wakened dawn from chirp’s alarms and tweets from beaks that all compete what song is sung on whispered chatters in tones from birds that seem to matter?
Before sunrise the chorus surprise draws night’s escape to bright’s arise, and silenced calm from begging calls invites the morning’s light…
First morning chirps upon thy wings in glory’s fight each bird shall sing, embracing sun’s now spanning rays and gift of life from brand new day.
In casting hue of sky so blue the curtains’ raised on day of new…first chirp disturbs the stars disbursed obscuring spanning universe…
Awake’s delight at first dawn’s light another day of sunlight’s bright, as eyes awaken from dreams forsaken a world becomes a new…
In grand design of God’s refined are birds a means of time clock’s chimed, are chirp’s disturbs like notes from words, which time for rest has passed its test?
Did slumbered pause refresh the mind to carry on our measured time, in life’s unfolds and sunset’s gold what clues perused the sky blue hues while thoughts refrained in slumbered snooze?
Oh morning light and birds of flight I thank the Lord for sights first light and chirps from birds that form the verbs to sounds of absent words, as new day starts with songs from birds!