Holidays Are For The Birds Poem by Jim Yerman

We sing Happy Birthday to celebrate the day that we were born.
At Christmas we sing carols…at New Years we blow the horns.

Holidays are special too us…we excitedly await them…
and when they finally arrive…we love to celebrate them.

Every morning I hear birds singing and observe their beautiful ballet
as they rejoice in the colors of the sunrise and celebrate a new day.

Birds do not know of calendars…no special days do they proclaim.
With no holidays to anticipate…they celebrate everyday the same.

They delight to rise each morning…they greet every new day that arrives.
Every day they celebrate…the fact they are alive.

When you stop to think about it…
Is that the craziest thing you've ever heard?
Or could we all learn a little about happiness…
if we listened to the birds?