Morning Song

I hear the birds calling up the morning light
Fires up the thoughts inside my mind
A brand new day, right here in paradise
Never searching for the meaning of life

They just do what they have to do
To make it through another day
Take care of their babies
Until they fly away
There isn't any question
About what's right or wrong
Every night they curl up tight
And wait for daybreak to bring their morning song

I see them in the springtime
Gathering what they need
To make a home for the family
I watch them in the summer
Baby's got to use those wings
And find his own food to eat

They just do what they have to do
To make it through another day
Hide out from those predators
Until they can fly safe
And if they can survive
the afternoon so long
They'll be up at the light of day
To sing their morning song

The flutter of wings fill the air
There's bird calls everywhere
Celebration of the break of dawn
There's always a touch of magic
When this event goes down
All the birds around are now
Singing their morning song

Written by Michael Frazier © July 22, 2010