My favorite way to start the day is to listen to the first bird’s song. This early bird sings alone at the crack of dawn until, with the time, grows more songs from more birds near and far.
I look to the window to watch the sun slowly rise with the sounds of each new song.
The clouds, I imagine they dance along.
I listen to each new melody drifting in and out like a melodious chorus of each birds beautiful song, all helping the morning along to awaken the world.
I listen as the birds’ songs grow, bird by bird, each song grows stronger, carried on by the morning breeze.
I see sun-kissed dew drops dance and glisten as I listen to the birds chorus turn to a symphony, then to an orchestra of diverse song each greeting the morning and it’s sunrise.
I wonder why we humans don’t communicate like all the different kinds of birds do.
I stretch a long full body stretch and aim to face the morning with a strong cup of coffee. I thank the Lord yet another day, for the beauty of nature.
I thank the Lord for the blessings in my life. I thank the Lord for the blessings of the joyous songs from the birds that I am attuned to like my Guardian Angels are, like all the Heavenly Angels are.
I greet the morning like the Angels do, I am happy to.
I breathe in the aroma of my bold coffee and take a soothing sip.
After this I can begin…
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin © 2011