Song of the Bird

In the tender glow of morning light,

A bird begins its song of flight.

Awakening blooms from dreams so deep,

Its call through petals softly sweep.

“Rise, O soul! Create what’s true,

Dispel the pain that burdens you.

Adorn your dreams with colors bright,

And fill the world with faith and light.”

With a heart so pure, through every day,

Spread peace in all you think and say.

Through gentle noon the bird still sings,

Its melody on silver wings.

The roses, burflowers, and flame trees fade,

Their weariness in peace is laid.

Desires now to truth aligned,

No shadows linger, none confined.

Across horizons vast and wide,

The golden sun begins to glide.

The city wakes, the dreamers rise,

With hope reflected in their eyes.

And every heart, now open, free,

Beats in tune with melody.

In nature’s song, love finds its place —

The world stands still in sweet embrace.