A gentle trill comes through the breeze <br /> A warbler sings its song <br />'Tis the Deity's Golden Rhapsody <br />How could such beauty e'er be wrong? <br />Gentle feathers plume their pride <br />In the mornings most dewy glow <br />A choir of feathered Angels upon the wing <br />Drown out morose cries of days woe <br />Our birds are true Aristocrats <br />Their own melody-a reigning crown <br />Dressing up a kingdom of bucholic vales <br />Bringing forth smiles instead of frowns <br />'Tis a Birdsong World- i am told <br />'Tis a Birdsong Season- O' Spring <br />So sorry to eventually see them all go <br />With the Winter the cold wind brings <br />Birdsong -Warblers travel deeper south <br />Seeking they -the warmth O' the Sun <br />Bringing their Psalms of Godly songs <br />To deep south climbs- where Spring has just begun<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birdsong-part-two/
