Before the start of day

Tapping on my window, like a messenger of grace
A tiny little sparrow disrupts my sleeping space
He pecks away a tune then lights onto the ground
Chirping as he does an invitation to his sound

The skies are overshadowed by the grayness of the night
Which lingers on a bit as the dawn is bringing  light
Melodies are all sounding from the birds of every feather
Challenge my drooping spirit to get myself together

Earlier than the sunrise all of these songs  arise
While fluffs of floating clouds speckle up the skies
Temperatures are all soaring; humidity's all around
As the early breeze of morning carries  all this sound

Hour by hour its happening the melody of each day
And all of us can particpate as we go our way
But we must take some moments and partial out some time
So we can become the melody of our own poetic rhyme