Bird Song Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Awake every morning to hear the birds in their song,
I lay awake all night yearning for sleep to come along.
Present me with the present time and my mind will go alone,
off to some other place which I'd rather call home.
Perfectly practice all their perfect little steps,
and dig this hole until you reach a new depth.
Curl up in a ball and wait for dawn to come along,
pray sleep comes soon, dream away the bird song.