EARLY BIRD,HAPPY BIRD.

 

A voice is heard of you.

Deep into the woods by the gatherers.

As you hop from tree to ground,

and ground to the tree again

Always loaded…

With a worm for your birdie.

Or a straw for a new home.

Flattering your feathers with  pride.

Moving your body into the rhythm,

of your never ending melodious song.

 Praising the rising sun.

Early bird.