The Song Of The Red-Breast (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

As the early morning breeze the leaves stirs
solitary it sits high in the acacia-thorn,
watches the other birds frolic in the firs
while another new god-given day is born.

Its beautiful song calls on high for rain
in a pure and peaceful sweet melody
and it dances and sings it over again,
wishing another rainy day to be.

On a sunny day it sings all day long
right through the woodpecker's loud twittering,
when the raindrops falls it still sings its song,
while it's fluttering on each tiny little wing

and it's as if you small little bird do pray,
with simple believing faith right through the day.
© Gert Strydom