With the breaking of the dawn,
I get softly swept away, swept away by your songs
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Songs Of The Birds
With the breaking of the dawn,
I get softly swept away, swept away by your songs
I wonder, wonder what you sing
Essence of a beautiful day, is what your notes bring
Egrets air march to the beats given by the crows
Indian Rollers bring forth a great air show
the wirly wind, join in the chorus,
chorus to the songs sung by the seven sisters
Flycatchers whistle the most amazing three note song,
while the whistle of the Pee-wee echoes in my ears all day long
Branches of mangal, the old mango tree
swirl to the rhythm, rhythm of your melody
they swing and tap and twirl, to the tweet tweets
tweets of the swinging rejoicing parakeets
Passion of a love song can be heard in the koel's kukoo
but now its time, time for Mr. owl's couplets enclosed in his twerit twerwoos
home returning, swirling, singing birds think of me and you,
as they hit the heart touching chords with their sweet adieus
the Velvety sky brings with it, sounds of the sharp strings
with screeches of bats and loud alarms of Red wattled lapwings
Again you get me thinking, thinking of what you sing
hope of another great day, is what your notes bring
your songs of blessings, your hums and hymns
echoes in every corner of my house through your sweet chirpings
whatever it is that you sing,
levitates our hearts to new beginnings…