The Boy and the Birds

O the boy is an angel in the morning,
In this blue expanse of sky
Where the lark, as a lark can
Perch near on the emerald ley
And the birds sing happier now
In myriad notes that break the dawn.
Each flit and flutter captivates
The youth, those simple wonders.

Now the beauties with
Feathered wings converge,
Together, each birdling sings
In nature’s choir, Charming the tender heart awaiting,
That blends a burst of grace
In the joy of flight’s embrace
To the sweet birds’ hymn,
Each an echo of purity and fire.

• Ralph Waldo Emerson