When the meadowlark sings in the meadow,
when the woodpecker pecks at its tree,
when the red breasted robin lays her blue eggs,
when the mockingbird mocks with glee.
When the Baltimore oriole leaves Baltimore,
when the Canada geese fly back home,
when the beautiful cardinal dressed all in red
when the warbler warbles its song.
When the finch with its feathers of yellow,
when the jay in its shades of blue,
when the martin of purple splendor,
when the bunting of indigo hue.
When the birds fill the air with their joy sounds,
when their colors and plumage take flight,
God’s creatures share freely their bird life,
when we take the time to delight.
(This is the result of not wanting to leave yesterday’s poem in its unfinished state.)