Bird outside my window,
Singing loudly before the sun has risen,
What are you trying to tell me?
Or is it me you’re talking to?
Are there others you have in mind?
I’m trying to find direction on this early spring day,
Your chirping reminds me the day has begun,
And that I need to get up and at it.
So thank you bird outside my window,
For your singing begins the day,
I can’t think of a more pleasant beginning,
Maybe all days should start this way.