Sweet Song Bird

Sweet little bird that watches me as I wake..
Sing me a song of your mellifluous flight..
The morning rises and prances in the lake..
An Elysium of warmth from the magnificent light..
Small remnants of dew drops on the grass..
Sparkling like an ageless wine..
Sweet Mother, this beauty need not pass..
The wonder of nature and spirit intertwine..
Summer begins its annual journey
Gardens bloom with fragrance so free..
Here I am dancing and twirling..
Feeling the moist sands from the Father sea..
Self love embraces my soul..
A paradise to thrilling for words..
Let it play out its dramatic role..
And leave the rest to the sweet little bird..