Birdsong

Rising early with the sun,
The melodies have just begun,
As feathered friends take stage and play,
Their notes a welcome to the day.

Each chirp, each trill, a tale to tell,
Of dawn’s soft light, of morning’s spell,
In harmony, they weave and fly,
A tapestry across the sky.

Oh, gentle song, so sweet and clear,
It fills my heart with nature’s cheer,
In every note, I find my peace,
As bird and soul unite, release.

• Margaret Munro