Summer day

When I to morning chorus wake,
breathe deep as if my thirst to slake,
soar high upon melodious trill
escaping from the blackbirds’ bill.


Take in the sparrows’ cheerful chirp,
the raucous crows’ verbal smirk,
wood pigeons’ coo, as if to mock
the doodle doo of yonder cock.


Then to the window, open wide,
breathe Summers air, oh so alive.
I praise my God, for it is He
who causes Summer days to be.

with thanks to Hannah and Donna at CW