Every morning's a mystery

How sweet is the waking red bird as it greets the newborn day
Softly it's singing out for all who will pass along its way
Colorfully it is dressed up in its most familiar red
With sunflower seeds and berries it likes to be daily fed.

Smaller little winged ones are hopping upon the ground
Pecking here and there to see if any insects are around
Hardly even visible yet their song is so loud and clear
Seeking for their breakfast: all the birds are drawing near.

Every morning's a mystery  just waiting to unfold
In it all of the universe is such a beauty to behold
With the brightness of the solar rays dancing everywhere
All the creatures are waking up with everlasting care.