A little bird

A little bird began to sing
perched on my window-sill.
Its melody woke up the sun
untill her warmth began to fill,
the world with golden promises,
with hope and love and mirth,
upon the sound of bird song
a new day was given birth...

Author's Note

Good morning
Thank you for stopping by to read :)

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Fresh and crisp morning day
What uplifting poetry

[jinxed]

i really like it, it has this happy light edge

[Chris]

This one , dear
was my pleasure to listen to...

Take care,
Chris

[Hotwater]

Tweet, tweet tweet!...
'ain't that a treat,
I really like singing...
but the day I'm bringing?...
I sing at night in branches high
cause I know I safe, 'cause p***y can't fly.

Love that cat!
*bird*