This morning, upon wakening
the day’s beginning welcoming
I sought a different song to sing.
I listened to the birds outside
whose joy it would be hard to hide
and wondered how I might abide
without such gentle carolling.
I listened to the cricket-song
which stayed with me the whole day long
and even once the day was gone
continued, faintly murmuring.
I heard the wind wail through the trees
(such rare and haunting melodies!)
and know that I’ve been blessed with these
earth-songs, all nature’s offering.
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