I woke whilst all yet still today,
And heard a Blackbird's song.
I'm sure it said 'come out to play,
You've all slept far too long'.

Still dark, and singing fair alone,
The message travelled far.
But briefly paused at the weary moan,
Of a solitary car.

It recommenced the simple tune,
Of fluted random notes.
The while to life's dull-care immune,
As blithe its heart-song floats.

Soon other birds had joined to lend,
And produce a timeless chorus.
For which never was a poem penned,
Which caught this music for us.

Soon dew-drenched dawn preluded day,
And with life's new page released.
The choir all flit their separate way,
And so the sun song ceased.

Just muzak now, a background noise,
To help us through the day.
Unnoticed but for those whose poise,
Depends on nature's play.

Tomorrow they'll be here again,
As day once more is dawning.
With sword of song, the night due slain,
And its spirit freed; the morning.