The birds sing so sweetly
Calling out their unique songs to each other
Only they know all they are saying
And it makes me wonder,
if even the cardinal
can understand the chickadee
The songs they sound so whimsical,
on days like today
When the sun beats down,
unobstructed by clouds
The warmth radiating through my body
Getting right down deep into my soul
Little bugs buzz by my head
The wind gently rustles through the trees
The world peacefully stirs around me
Yet seems undisturbed by my presence
Quietly among it on the bench