Did you ever
wake to anything
more wonderful
than that glorious
song of dawn?
I mean that solitary
and quiet time when
the sky is at the start
of its day and the wrens
and robins and even
the crows, deliver

their repertoire
of tunes together,
shyly at first
growing in tempo
and in might until
I wonder to whom
they sing, what
they say. Perhaps
they will fill the world
with harmony and joy.
Then I will dance.