They chirp, they scream
And we call it their song
It may be soft or it may be loud
It matters not to them
But we listen to their song with joy
And take it in with awe
For this we hear is the song of joy
The song that each bird makes.
But with each sound that they do make
We then identify them all
And in some way the sound they make
Tells us of their ways
And with wonder we hear their sound
And appreciate their moods
For in this way we try to find
What makes them be what they are?
But what about you, I now do ask?
What sounds do you make each day?
Are they sounds of joy I hear,
Or are they the sounds of drear?
So choose this day what you will sing
And let the sunshine in
And may some soul this day find from you
The joy your songs may bring.
