When the new day morning comes alive And dazzling daylight begins to fill the sky The birds are fresh, their wings energized Life is short and they have to make it worthwhile

Time to spread their lore to the world Their schedule is packed with interesting picks Like choosing the best grain the farmer has in store And taking their flight before he wields his stick

At times they might feel self satisfied At times they too might feel stifled or bored At times they might just see another being Who is broken, disheartened, despaired or ignored

And thus their vocal cords work their magic Weave songs that give almost every emotion room- The shrillest ones to kill their monotony The casual tweets when it’s warm and sunny

The sweetest to steal a moment of someone’s gloom To make him smile, make him happy The loudest ones on a full stomach or daybreak The persistent ones to attract their mate

But they save their best for the end of the day When God again finds the earth in total disarray They sing for ‘one last chance’, and have it their way That’s how we survive to see yet another day...