You twitter and tweet all day, little
Chirps of content as the sun shines
Brightly on the village, the sunny arms
Of the day convey happiness, so you
Warble lovingly at the golden rays.
When the first peak of light starts to
Dim the dark to bright you start to sing
Your song, almost praising the sun for
Choosing to shine.
And when the golden glow is worn down to nothing
But a gentle dusk you thank the day for
Being long, for providing us all with another
Day to be happy and warm.
Hearing the harmonious clatter of your song
Is wonderful, a true song of spring and summer
That always warms the heart. The birds are home
At last, spring has sprung, God bless the perfect
Melodies that make up birdsong.