Birds Celebrate And Sing Up The Sun
Birds Celebrate
Birds sleep in lofty trees or bushes dense,
When moon is covered o’er with clouds white,
In light slumber they try to keep warm hence
Fluff up feathers on a cool summer night,
Waiting oh so patiently for daybreak,
To alert the world when day is not far,
When it will be time for all to awake,
And say farewell to the last glowing star,
The chill of the night is now wearing off,
Down relaxes and feathers shaken out,
Our little feathered friends, though still aloft,
Are so ready to start going about,
And open sleepy eyes, for day has begun,
Then birds celebrate and sing up the sun.
Our little friends stay busy all day long,
Hopping, flying here and there, so joyous,
Letting us all hear the joy in their song,
Different kinds of birds, all one chorus,
So happy just to be alive this day,
Gleefully singing praise to Creator,
For sunshine, berries, bird seeds on display
In the feeders, nothing could be greater
Day is passing, Sol entering twilight,
Birds settle in a tree above green lawn,
It is time to rest, quiet is the night,
Till they know it is the coming of dawn
Then once again a new day has begun,
When birds celebrate and sing up the sun.
T’would be lovely if all humanity
Could be so happy just to be alive,
Let go of hatred and insanity,
Help each other to heal and survive,
Return to the Mother in harmony,
To find again our center, our balance,
All with one thought of love, a symphony,
A song of joy and peace, a performance,
Born of what Creator wanted for us,
To grow more each day spiritually,
To be as one in a joyful chorus,
Be blessed in peace for all eternity,
Be joyous when a new day has begun,
Like birds celebrate and sing up the sun.
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© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
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Lovely Phyllis and birds do herald in the new day. We have so many here and I know their calls and the chatter of conversation as the sun rises. My ex Mother in Law is a bird lover and talks to all the birds that frequent her garden. One day an adolescent Lorikeet sat on the fence outside her window and squawked, for nearly two hours. When she had showered and dressed she went out and asked it what was the matter. It kept pointing (with its beak) to her car and squawking. She went to the car and found their cat, dehydrated and barely breathing, the previous day was over 110 degrees. She picked up the cat and thanked the young bird. It replied with a squawk and flew off. They rushed the cat to the vet and he survived. That is a true story
That is an amazing story, Tony. The Lorikeet knew the poor cat needed help. It is great the cat survived. Thanks for sharing that story and thanks for reading and commenting on my sonnets. Glad you appreciated it. Take care.
Amazing!
Thank you, Yasmin. I enjoyed writing this cheerful piece and am glad you enjoyed it.
I’m a bird lover and always try to read their queer behavior. I loved your verse about birds.