I wake each day to birdsong,

It is music to my ears.

It lifts my feeble spirits

And helps to dry my tears.

There is nothing quite like birdsong,

It marks the end of night.

It fills me with such wonder,

As I watch a bird in flight.

Robins, Sparrows and Blackbirds,

And sometimes collared doves,

Come into my garden

And each of them I love.

Wood Pigeons and Magpies,

Birds which coo and caw.

Even if they cannot sing,

Still, I love them all.

I am thankful for the birdsong.

It reminds me every day,

We are all part of Creation

In a very special way.

June 2017