I can hear the birds sing,
From across the way.
But they don't sing for me,
Cause I have only one spindly tree.
My yard is still new your see,
For we haven't been here very long.
But you just wait a few years,
And the birds will come to me.
I love to hear the birds sing,
And frolic among the leaves.
They bring a joyous tune,
To these tired old ears of mine.
There will be plenty of trees and bushes,
For birds to nest in someday.
And I may even erect a house,
Especially for them.
Then some day soon I hope,
There will be birdie songs.
And I'll be sitting out there listening,
To each of their lovely tunes.
I will soak up the morning sun,
And close my eyes and listen.
I will hear the birds chirping,
And talking amongst themselves.
I only wish that I knew,
How to talk the way birds do.
But God only blessed me,
With ears to hear their songs.
Whatever comes about,
I'll aways hear the birds sing.
Even if I go deaf some day,
I will remember their sounds.
Birds are so delightfull,
And full of their own freedom.
Maybe we should all be like them,
And always sing out with joy.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - June 2002)
