I am a listener of birdsongs Their rhythmic cadence carries me along. Drenching the senses by their consonance Sheer beauty of lyrical opulence. They chase the anguish from my heart Refresh the space of routes they chart. Orchestrating ballads as the sun comes out Little musicians warbling in nature's hangout. To harmonize the atmosphere With sounds of goodwill and cheer. In the soft caress of zephyr that carries Symphony of ditties over meadows, valleys. Across expanse of the cosmos Embracing the world with melodic notes. Without syllables in their descant Their aria sounds like a meaningful chant. The sky smiles as their laughter resounds In empyrean's cerulean playground. Like rainbow clouds that light up the sky I scribble words in the air and let them fly. It's like tasting the air, becoming alive When birds sing, it's like a fresh round of air supply.