The sound of crickets is all too lovely
As they sing in the early morning.
And squirrels chitter to one another
Searching for lost things here and there.
Birds won't sing until they see
The faintest hint of dawnlight peeking
over the horizon.
But when they do, it's a good morning to
to the world
A happy, pretty song for those eager
And patient enough to wait for their song.
