The Bird Song

Singing Song, so sweet and clear, In a tree, banishing all fear! A mighty oak, with branches wide, Where leafy secrets gently hide.

Tiny birds, a feathered crew, Robins, sparrows, bluebirds too! They hopped and chirped, a joyful sight, Dancing in the morning light.

Making Noise, a happy sound, As melodies did spin around! A tweet, a trill, a warbling call, The sweetest music heard by all! They flapped their wings and sang with glee, A feathered symphony, wild and free! They built their nests and shared their seed, A chorus for the world to heed.

Sweet Song, a gentle end, As twilight colors softly blend. The birds all nestled, warm and deep, Their lullaby would lull to sleep. The tree stood tall, a silent friend, Until the Bird Song starts again!