I can hear them, all the feathered ones, singing their hearts away
Darkness hasn't quite faded yet and it isn't yet: light as day
But, they, before the rest of the world have started to sing their song
And, I, somehow, through special grace am invited to sing along
Against the backdrop of a sky that is pinkish as it now appears
I can see the trees all reaching out without restraint or any fears
Within their branches this symphony. with their songs so suave and dear
That every one, who will stop and listen... will hear that: God is near
So it is that every morning, after I open up my living room door
I repeat the wonder of listening just like I did the day before
I hear the songs... the melodies ..and I look up at the waking sky
That reminds me how much, I am truly blessed.. and cry out: Oh my ..oh my
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