Morning Bird



blush of dawn; the sky unfolds.
Whispers of warmth; soft hues of gold,
Perched aloft; a melody stirred:
Day begins; the morning bird.

Connected by the melodies of a fine song like a thread of tender light,
Weaving joy through fading night.
Amber-glare-feathered muse,
Quickly flowing down nature.

It finally calls the world to sleep and rise
To give the day, open eyes.
Then hope is echoed in a tune so clear,
That is but only for a few to hear.

A free and sweet morning bird,
Singing of life, harmony.
An innocuous herald pure and true;
Every note a blessing, new and fresh.