MORNING SONG

 

There is this wonderful natural phenomenon…

that unfortunately never lasts too long…

performed by the early birds…it’s called the morning song.

It’s begun by the first bird who sees the sunlight …from his nest high in the trees.

urging him to sing…then his voice is carried on the breeze.

Once the soloist has led the way…other birds begin to sing along…

and the symphony they’re composing…becomes their morning song.

 

But it’s winter in the mountains…winters can be cold and long…

and the birds that haven’t left for warmer climes

don’t often sing a morning song.

So we put fresh bird seed in the feeders…

from the porch where they are hung…

where we can watch the birds and remember 

old morning songs that they have sung. 

There is this wonderful phenomenon with our family at Christmas…

that unfortunately never lasts too long

It’s when our family comes together…to sing our morning song.

Some of our family shows up…and initiates the song.

Then, when other family members arrive, they begin to sing along.

And before you know it all the voices blend together

the harmony is strong…

and the symphony we compose…becomes our morning song.

Once the celebration is over..and goodbye and I love you are our last words

we relish the moments we just shared…and the morning song’s we heard.

When the house is quiet again…we remember those morning songs…

and we will smile in the silence…and with those echoes…sing along.

And just as we await the birds of spring…

we look forward to the next time our family comes along

to unite our voices…and create new verses

to our family’s morning song.