There is a bird in the morning when the sky is painted black

Who every other bird I’m sure, must think a maniac...


While all her friends are sleeping...heads nestled neath their wings

this bird rises before the rest...and all she sing.


She sings at the top of her lungs...before the sun’s first glow.

Does she know morning is approaching?  

It’s can she know?


But she fills the night with morning walk with grace

and tho I’ve never seen her...I imagine there’s a smile on her face.


It’s such a lovely song she sings during the day/night interlude

and I admire her determination...her faith...her fortitude.


In this time of uncertainty and apprehension…

when it’s confidence we lack

We can draw inspiration from a bird 

who sings in the morning

when the sky is painted black.

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