Chitter chatter the birds sing

As the sun warm Ray's spills

The pigeon with its tongue speaks

A language foreign to my little ears

These melodious thrills fills the early mornings 

Chirpy birdies flying across the blue skies

Spreading lyrical thanks giving for what it received

Silent night breaks open with the birth and mirth of lively morning

Glorious sun sits over us like a mighty king

Giving light and warmth from heaven across the planets

As I sit by my window enjoying these lyrical works at play

Relaxing my nerves and all the energies that went astray

Building hope of a future bright that's going to be soon

As lovely and beautiful as this mornings soul rising tunes