Unpaid teachers

Hear all the birds, how they wake the morning

With songs of happiness without a warning

Breaking through sadness with all  their melody

Singing out  their gladness and creating a synchrony

See all the clouds how they  join together

creating figures and some sort of weather

The white and gray ones and all the stormy ones:

Each one contributing to how our day runs

Oh, feel the breezes how they are, all,  blowing

Through trees and branches.. and in rivers flowing

They are all speaking and whispering around us

Joining the universe, they complete the chorus

Will you not venture  now, into the wild

And see how the earth can help us all smile

Through all  the elements and all  of the creatures

Each one of them, becoming  our unpaid teachers