I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise.
As he calls across the meadow and the forest far and wide.
Does he see what I see with my wizened hazel eyes?
Yes, I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise.
I wonder what the bird thinks as the sun burns bright in the sky.
As the colors shift to azure blue and clouds come rolling by.
Does he think what a beautiful day to go out for fun-filled fly?
Yes, I wonder what the bird thinks as the sun burns bright in the sky.
I wonder what the bird smells on a warm earth-scented day.
As the flowers open and leaves stretch out to bask in the breeze and play.
Does he smell the aromas of berries ripe and seeds on tall stalks as they sway?
Yes, I wonder what the bird smells on a warm earth-scented day.
I wonder what the bird feels while grasping the branch so tight.
As the rain pours down, and winds whip round, giving one a fright.
Does he feel the awe beneath him, is he enveloped with delight?
Yes, I wonder what the bird feels while grasping the branch so tight.
Is there color in his day, and sweet delectable bites?
Is he anxious to be winging and soaring to new unimaginable heights?
Does he feel the astonishment I do when he gazes at nature’s sights?
Yes, I wonder all this as he softly sings me to goodnight.
©Donna Donabella 2018
This poem’s opening line came to me one day when I was walking out on a bright lovely morning, hearing the birds singing. And I wondered……
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