Awakened by the Melody of a Song

It’s not even the crack of dawn yet and the singing has begun. How do these feather-clad tweeters know when to begin their concerto of exaltation, and gladness as the street lights still remain lit in full mode?

I expect to hear these morning melody makers as darkness is broken by the morning light. More and more I hear them start their day a little earlier than expected. I am also intrigued by their internal time clock. I am in awe of their gentle chirps, and the integrated chorals of nature’s voice.

Just to hear the sweet sounds of these melodies, even if they awaken me from sleep, I am not annoyed, but grateful to have the ability to hear them at all.