Just sitting and yawning, 

Waiting for the birds, to start chirping and loudly sing

 

They are waiting, for the golden sun to appear

In there chirping, unslightly, to singinging  louder and louder and louder , , you can hear, when the golden sun soon dawns closer and near

 

Its like an orchestra, first so calm, soothing and clear

The excitement builds and grows, louder and louder, as the early morning dawn draws, closer and more near

 

Sometimes, right before the dawn, breaks over the west

It seems that the noisy, excited birds , are anxiously, waiting and waiting, for the golden sun, to appear , like magic over the mountains to the west and crest

 

Then all at once, when the warmth, is everywhere on land from the golden sun

Suddenly, the noise,  and music, with all its marvel, and ensemble, is over and done

 

It becomes  silent and still

When the golden sun, has come over the crest, at will

 

As the sun gets warmer, and warmer

You look outside, wondering where are all of the noise makers, where did they go, is the orcherestra done singing for sure

 

There may be a light chirp or two

With the golden sun, shinng brightly, with skies of blue

 

 

 

 

By john d jungers

28. March. 2016
 

 It seems there are a thousand birds or more, in the trees m singing louder and louder, just waiting, waiting for the golden sun
then once the golden sun, so magically appears and another day, has begun, in a heartbeat, the orchestra is over, exhausted, and for another day, all  done