Arielle Washington Poems

(The bird, a spokesman of nature and its inhabitants, for the time being)
Nature. I understand it, why the birds, who exist of this earth as different varieties, nonetheless, sing in the morning. How else would we know why birds make the beautiful noises that they do and really know the reason for it?
When they sing, it’s when they see the world get brighter, and to them, light is good. Light is beautiful. People may have their own versions of what light is to soothe their mind. Whereas, birds, they literally see light and they sing. The noises they make are noises you’ll rarely ever hear them make at any other time of the day. It is only at rise, at sun rise, when they sing that beautiful note they’ve been holding back to sing all day. And their noises, if you pay close enough attention, are so very beautiful. You hear a variety of noises because all of these varieties of birds feel the need to sing this way at their best, at this particular time, all at once. Even the night owl makes his noise frequently and loudly at this time of the day with the others because of the sunrise. The sun, the light, the indicator of new beginnings, to some, the actual visual change we are all able to see at once which only happens one time of the day. If you’re fortunate, not only will it just be a sunrise to you or the birds, but it will also be an elegant sight of colors and how they change—having you really trace back the genesis of color, and as you all should know, it was because of sight. Sight, who saw the colors in the natural day. The colors that changed in the sky as the sun rose. The sky that gave way to the color of the ocean and the schemes of the grass and the trees. The light. The sunrise. The brightness that the insects gravitate towards, the plants and trees turn to smile to, the sun, the source of energy, The light. The night is fun, you can play in it, venture through its darkness and mystery, think through it- with true acceptance of the night and of the day.
But that sun, that sunrise, that brightness coming through—you can F E E L it. F e e l what makes you feel good, that brings light into your soul- that is the fire that warms your bones. Nature, who knows that the sun is good, in which provides light to see where it can find food and water, the aid, the light to their natural senses. The helper, the warmer, the true bringer of notes—to begin to make the birds sing. To make the rest of the world wake. The noises they make to wake the rest of the world. The noises the world hears as it gently transfers itself from a rest stage, to a wake stage, to allow the mind to be able to move its body.
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