#birds

AWAKENED BY THE BIRDS

The way I wake up in the mountains is often difficult to put into words…

Each morning the alarm that awakens me…is the singing of the birds.

 

It begins with one bird crooning softly and I slowly open my eyes

then other birds join in the singing…gently beseeching me to rise….

 

It’s a wonderful way to wake up…listening to what the birds are trying to say

A pleasant, relaxing and beautiful way…to begin yet another day…

 

This morning I opened my eyes to a chorus of birds.

And I could hear in their melody…

Hurry…hurry…get up…get out of bed

there’s something we want you to see…

 

So I tiptoed out of the bedroom…with the birds singing harmoniously…

and in the dawn of the early morning…I stepped out on our porch to see…

 

As I reached the railing and looked out…the birds were now singing quite loud…

drawing my attention to the distance…..where a rainbow arced down from a cloud…

 

And I thanked all the birds as I stood on our porch…for waking me up so vociferously…

for opening my eyes to this wondrous morning…for insisting I get up and see…

 

Next, I rushed down and awakened Deborah…I said, the birds have been singing to me

there is something we’d all like to show you…something we’d like you to see…

 

And we stood on our porch together…with the birds singing happily in the background…

once again taken in by the wonder of a morning…and the beauty that in nature abounds…

 

A morning born amidst a chorus of birds…singing at the top of their lungs…

 

Urging us to see colors in the midst of the raindrops…painted by the sun.


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INSPIRATION

I was walking in a forest when I stepped out of the trees

and saw a field of sunflowers dancing in the breeze.

 

I stopped what I was doing…I was suddenly entranced

and I wondered if it was sunflowers that first enticed people to dance. 

 

I was walking early one morning when what did I espy

but a mix of beautiful color's lighting up the sky.

 

And I stopped what I was doing…I felt a little faint

and I wondered if it was a sunrise that first enticed people to paint.

 

I was walking down a quiet path when my mind was drawn upwards

to the treetops where I was mesmerized by the singing of the birds.

 

And I stopped what I was doing…that early morn in Spring…

and I wondered if it was birds that first enticed people to sing.

 

I was walking by a mountain creek…as if caught in a dream

when I heard the melody of the water as it gently flowed downstream.

 

And I stopped what I was doing…as the water flowed away

and I wondered if it was the music of the stream that first enticed people to play.

 

Now when I look for inspiration…I remember where I was…

when I was out there walking…

 

for that’s what nature does.

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HOLIDAYS ARE FOR THE BIRDS

We sing Happy Birthday to celebrate the day that we were born.

At Christmas we sing carols…at New Years we blow the horns.

 

Holidays are special too us…we excitedly await them…

and when they finally arrive…we love to celebrate them.

 

Every morning I hear birds singing and observe their beautiful ballet

as they rejoice in the colors of the sunrise and celebrate a new day.

 

Birds do not know of calendars…no special days do they proclaim.

With no holidays to anticipate…they celebrate everyday the same.

 

They delight to rise each morning…they greet every new day that arrives.

Every day they celebrate…the fact they are alive.

 

When you stop to think about it…

Is that the craziest thing you’ve ever heard?

Or could we all learn a little about happiness…

 

if we listened to the birds?


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