I love to wake to the sounds of birds,
Singing morning songs,
The Sweet and gentle sound.
Peaceful, loving, joy.
The songs are beautiful and flat on air,
They seem to call to each other,
Things only they know.
I often wonder what they say,
As their songs fill my ear.
Do they say “good morning friend, how are you today?,
It was a lovely night, but now it’s a beautiful day,”
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How I feel when hearing the morning birds sing