Bird song
I am yours
As I throw open
My doors
And I hear
Your sweet music
That Sound I adore

Speaking straight
To my soul
A delight
It's hard
To reiterate
Although I do know
I can never sate

I know not
Your words
Yet I relate
A sense of elation
The joy
As life's energy
Does surge

Sweet chorus
Don't stop
Serenade the sun
As it rises
And drops
The day turning
By your clock

Call in
The new day
Even the rain
Lending the world
Your dear refrain
J'taime
J'taime

Dave James Horn ©

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