I awake so early with a yawn
I keep waking at the crack of dawn
I lay and listen to the birds early song
Tuneful singing floating on
I throw back my duvet and stretch out of bed
Draw back my curtains and scratch my weary head
I open the window and breath in the fresh mornings air
I see birds of plenty flying there
Soft fluffy clouds floating in the sky
I sometimes wish that I to could fly
The birds come down to the trees to rest
Some of the branches bend in duress
How I love to hear the birds early song
It Carries on the breeze on and on
Nature is such a wonderful thing
More people should take time to listen in
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true, more people should take the time