Morningsong

An ode to life's soundtrack

The poet told me to listen, so I listen,

Taking in the sounds around me,

And knowing them as the song they are.

Immediately, I hear the crickets,

Who do not yet know the sun has risen.

They do not know that they are in the last movement

of their concerto.

Then, the songbirds join them,

And the creatures of morning and night sing together.

Other birds add to the harmony:

Geese fly in formation overhead,

And crows squawk from their unseen perches.

Their sounds, which are grating to some, 

Are as one with the beautiful noise.

A train rumbles by a mile from my house,

The sounds of industry providing percussion for

nature's melody.

The first dogs to awaken cannot contain their barking.

Like the poet, they are so filled with the sunrise 

that they must release its energy back into

the world.

The crows answer them with their squawking,

And flying and walking creatures bid each other

a hearty good morning.

Nearby, I see that my cat is just as enraptured by the song

as I am.

She beholds it with wonder and respect.

For a moment,

Human and animal are united in curiosity,

As we should be at all times.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

Whoever told you to "lISTEN" gave you wonderful advice, not just for your poetry but for your wellbeing too.
This is a full concerto of Morningsong .... just lovely :)

[Earthrise]

Thank you so much! And you're absolutely right, listening like this is good for your wellbeing. Everyone should try it.

[Stella Armour]

You are welcome:)

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a wonderful way to wake up. Even industry, in the form of the train, adds to the chorus. The impression is that the speaker lives in a rural area, or at least not close to an interstate. Nothing like a morning traffic jam to drown nature out.

[Earthrise]

Yes, a traffic jam would definitely drown out the song. Still, there's always beauty to be found if you look hard enough. In a city, you can enjoy the sunlight touching the buildings, reflecting off the windows, and getting caught in the net of power lines. Plus, the sky turns that beautiful deep blue everywhere at 7:00 am.