A Poem: Sing To Me O’ Song Bird

Sing to me o’ song bird a song so sweet
A song of joy and happiness
As you sit perched nearby,
Standing proudly for all to see and hear

Sing a song to me o’ sweet songbird
A song strong and true
With a voice that carries through the wind and ages past
Unconsumed with who hears

Oh sing a song to me brave songbird
For not it is quiet and my voice all I hear
Where have you gone o’ songbird?
Carried on with the morning breeze to sing a new song 

I sit in silence and then I begin to hear it
A new song emerging from the silence
It is faint at first, hardly distinguishable
I listen closer, leaning in with gentle curiosity
Yes, it is there, I hear it

A few more bars go by as the melody unfolds
It is a sweet song
It is a kind song

I begin to familiarize myself with the rhythms
It is in that exchange I realize the song is coming from me
Deep in my heart there is a small bird singing out
She sings because she is
Her life intertwined and inseparable from the notes

Oblivious to the world around,
Busy in heart matters and song
She is my songbird
Soft and sweet
Carrying songs and melodies of times old

It is now I realize that I too have a sing to sing
Perhaps one day I too will stand tall, singing a sweet song to the world
Unconcerned who hears
Blissfully present as the gentle wind carries my voice to those who wish to hear