Bird Song

It's four fifteen
My weary eyes now open wide
Its not my eyes
But it's my ears that come alive
The sound of birdsong
Fills my room with sheer delight
A pleasant sign
That new day has come from night.

A nicer sound
Would be impossible for me
A sound so joyous
It translates to "I am free"
Be it Thrush or Finch
Or Blackbird, I don't care
I pray this sound will
Stay forever in the air.

Isn't it joy
To hear pure nature at it's best
My day can start now
With a feeling, I've been blessed
Gods alarm call
Puts my spirit into flight
A smile upon my face
My day will turn out right.