Have you ever noticed,

As you sat in the early morning,

As you sat at the onset of evening

The many, many birdsongs?

And have you listened with focus

So you hear each one as if,

As if it were the only one?

Then listened anew to all the sounds,

The coo, the chirp, the screech, the whistle,

The complete sound,

Held close a cacophony,

Chaos

Bedlam

But a fractal,

A symphony,

Harmony

Perfection,

The perfect canvas

On which to paint the day

Or journey into night,

Nature’s perfect balm,

Soothing the mind,

Breathing peace to the troubled soul,

Solace to the weary

Who have toiled through another day

Remind yourself there is heaven

In the day

In the morning song,

The evening choir.