Birdsong Serenade

This poem came about sitting in a campsite in the middle of nowhere. Words started to flow freely as I allow myself listen…

In the morning's golden hue,

When the world is waking anew,

A symphony begins to play,

As birdsong greets the break of day.

High above in leafy trees,

Or nested in their happy place,

Feathers flutter, throats rejoice,

Their enchanting tunes, the sound of joy.

They soar high on vibrant wings,

Their song, a hymn that nature sings,

Each sound weaves notes of grace,

Filling the air with magical embrace.

From forests deep to gardens fair,

Birds fill the world with lively flair,

Their melodies, a language divine,

Transcending boundaries of space and time.

In each trill and warble, a tale is told,

Of love, of joy, of triumph bold,

They serenade the earth below,

With lyrics that only they truly know.

So let us pause and lend an ear,

To the birdsong that's always near,

For in their sound, we find peace,

A reminder of nature's beautiful gift. 

Montana 6/11/23