As Before
/As before the sky goes light,
in early morning,
birds sound like ocean waves
rushing in, at first faint,
as after that first
break,
receding.
Whistling, tweeting,
maybe sending secret
messages,
or not so secret.
Twittering choir endlessly
without intermission.
If I could pick a song,
for the birds to sing,
I would request Amazing Grace;
all the birds in agreement,
singing to the Heavens,
thanking God for their wings.
By Melissa Lemay
From: United States
Website: https://melissalemay.wordpress.com