Sister Birds

In the morning I hear 

sister birds 

calling, calling come

Their singing lifts my

face upturned

unyielding towards the

sun

These soft and gentle 

harmonies imprinted on 

my soul

make ever new the 

ecstasies 

kind memory unfolds

The Phoebe and the Mockingbird

their new songs sung in 

round

fall on fresh rained

grasses

raising flowers from the 

ground

The buttercups so small 

and bright

smile upwards at the

trees

and vio'lets so mellow, pose

sweet succor for the 

bees

The clover like a carpet 

never for to bend

In rank and file like

watchers

they side by side all 

stand 

The elm ,the oak, the 

willow 

steadfast in the 

breeze

point in adulation at 

singularity

Above in timelines 

passing 

billowy clouds move free

Through many parts one 

vision

this nature seems to me