Birds - Poem by Art Rosch
There is always one bird
in the earliest hour of the day
who raises a song,
with heartrending joy.
Who can hear this song and
not feel the bird’s emotion?
It knows the sun is coming,
the day is alight.
It breaks forth from its flock,
alone, and its song sounds as if
liberated from the deepest recess
of its soul. Hello day, hello sun,
here I am, again.
Soon, another bird hears, and joins.
Hello day, hello sun, here I am, again.
Eeeyah, oh oh, eeyah. Hiyoo hiyoo.
All across the valley, the chorus rises.
One voice, that one lonely happy voice,
has awakened the world.
Here I am again. Hello day, hello sun,
This bird met my dreams while I slept.
When I awoke, it was still singing.
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