– Song Of A Birdie –
In the golden lighting, of the rising sun,
Over the horizon of the forming sunshine,
I heard the chorus, of a new born song full of fun,
And it instantly brightened, my soul so fine.
Sunshine came through my window,
Accompanied by the nature’s choir,
I lifted up my face slowly from the pillow,
To see a birdie on my windowsill, singing a note higher.
The day begins again with your beautiful note,
You are the true poet hidden among the bushes,
Singing the beautiful notes, which boosts us on dot,
Slowly raising the whole world with a tune that hushes.
Teach me half your heartfelt gladness,
That I might know the song which flow,
To write a poem, conveying my harmonious madness,
That they will read me, like how I listen to you now and they know.
Being happy in thy happiness,
Ànd being merry in thy Merriness,
You are the hope with the feathers,
And sings the tune without the words.